Often his thoughts were not tasty. There were no effective partitions in his mind. What he saw and learned and touched everything else he knew. Some of the combinations were hard to live with. But he could not anticipate them, could not block and repress. His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone area of his skull there were no forts for what he loved.—He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers.