It has become the age of the self; confessions in
public all over the place, the spillage of the “I,”
and in private, in a quietly structured manner. And who
is doing this talk? Not ill, at least not seriously,
the self-obsessed personalities have a concentrated, almost technical interest in
the self, as if they were specimens. Interest in others
tends to be perfunctory, impatient, showy. It is they, those
who dwell on themselves, who have a natural attraction to
analysis, and there is a real danger of psychoanalysis not
uncovering, but giving shape to, and confirming, a person’s self-obsession.
Paraphrases from the novel The Pages by Murray Bail.