#3.5 The ending note.
This is a story of a psychologist unhappy with his job and grieved by the condition he sees around him. He is in conversation with someone, perhaps the author. A psychologist, an analyst, and an M.D., he was plump, with a large head and serious eyes. He had come, he said, to talk over several points; however, he would not use the jargon of psychology and analysis, but would keep to words with which we were both familiar. Having studied the famous psychologists, and himself been analyzed by one of them, he knew the limitations of modern psychology, as well as its therapeutic value. It was not always successful, he explained, but it had great possibilities in the hands of the right people. Of course, there were many quacks, but that was to be expected. He had also studied, although not extensively oriental thought and the oriental idea of consciousness. “When the subconscious was first discovered and described here in the West, no university had a place for it, and no publisher