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.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Pages by Murray Bail.

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