Between you and me, when you have to track down yourself and beat this self over the head with a stick until it shuts up, something is not quite right.
Madness string 3081
The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think.