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I wandered through various public rooms, glory below, gloom above: for the look of lust always is gloomy; lust is never quite sure

When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past.