It's with bad sentiments that one makes good novels. - Aldous Huxley

And suddenly I had an inkling of what it must feel like to be mad.

Take one sexually inept wage slave," she went on, "one dissatisfied female, two or (if preferred) three small television addicts; marinate in a mixture of Freudism and dilute Christianity; then bottle up tightly in a four-room flat and stew for fifteen years in their own juice. Our recipe is rather different: Take twenty sexually satisfied couples and their offspring; add science, intuition and humor in equal quantities; steep in Tantrik Buddhism and simmer indefinitely in an open pan in the open air over a brisk flame of affection.

To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves.