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"Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out, that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord."
In T. S. Eliot's verse play, "The Cocktail Party," Celia Copplestone is plagued by a profound sense of guilt. Naturally she consults her psychiatrist.
She says to him: "Well, my bringing up was pretty conventional -- I had always been taught to disbelieve in sin ... anything wrong, from our point of view was either bad form or was psychological ... when everything's bad form, or mental kinks, you either become bad form, and cease to care, or else, if you care, you must be kinky."
But now, she says, she has a feeling of "emptiness, of failure towards some one, or something outside myself."
Then, at last, she declares: "I feel I must ... atone -- is that the word?"
Her psychiatrist has no prescription for her. Might one say her needs are beyond the help of man or woman? Even Freud?
-- Bachelder
"Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out, that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord."
In T. S. Eliot's verse play, "The Cocktail Party," Celia Copplestone is plagued by a profound sense of guilt. Naturally she consults her psychiatrist.
She says to him: "Well, my bringing up was pretty conventional -- I had always been taught to disbelieve in sin ... anything wrong, from our point of view was either bad form or was psychological ... when everything's bad form, or mental kinks, you either become bad form, and cease to care, or else, if you care, you must be kinky."
But now, she says, she has a feeling of "emptiness, of failure towards some one, or something outside myself."
Then, at last, she declares: "I feel I must ... atone -- is that the word?"
Her psychiatrist has no prescription for her. Might one say her needs are beyond the help of man or woman? Even Freud?
-- Bachelder
