The human brain plays funny tricks on us. That, boiled down, was the nub of what she had been trying to write about in her doctoral dissertation; and that, surely, was one of the main things which concerned her old friend Henry James. 'For some reason, the very negative thoughts which she had during that interview with the rich-stock-broker woman in Kensington did not remain with her. She forgot her absolute disgust at the baby, and her immediate loathing of the little girl, thinking she was cute hiding behind her sofa. She forgot that she despised the woman for not looking after her own children, and she forgot how much she envied and hated her for being rich enough to pay someone else to shovel her baby's shit.'