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"DESPAIR DEFERRED ... ?"

with "Bertie's" grand slam: "Only on the Foundation of an unyielding Despair can the Soul's habitation be built."
The fact remained, however, that progressive educators and B.R., Freud, and Kretschmer, and Batscombe to a man, and woman didn't really believe in a soul at all. They believed in mind-bodies; and frankness and truth, their twin god, compelled one to add that the accent was wholly on the body. A soul was the state of mind of a rationally satisfied body. And Miss Potts, in that searching §ense, had been far from satisfied. Indeed, things had come to such a pass that, after an effort at psychoanalysis and another at endocrine dosage and a third at orthostasis, Miss Potts very quietly, but all the more broodingly, began to think of opium. Not of the druggist's variety, of course. Her digestion had never been her strong point; she hated sticking needles into herself and her hangover of Oxford good taste still made her feel a reactionary disgust when younger members of the faculty became tipsy. The opium, she, daughter of "dreaming spires," began to hanker for was religion.
So it was that she faced the middle years. It was not a cheerful outlook. Often she felt acutely miserable. Sometimes she thought in a sort of adolescent, melodramatic way of suicide, that sort of suicide in which you are not the "demmed damp body" but an onlooker at the sympathetic and shocked onlookers, hearing all their remorse-stricken eulogies and following a handsome funeral to a charmingly situated grave.
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