The long-closed floodgates of feeling are thrown wide, and our personality, pent up from the time of its inception for very mistrust, sweeps forth in one uncontrollable rush.

For then the most reticent becomes confiding; the most self-contained expands.

Then every detail of our past lives assumes an importance which even we had not divined.

To her we tell them all,--our boyish beliefs, our youthful fancies, the foolish with the fine, the witty with the wise, the little with the great.

Nothing then seems quite unworthy, as nothing seems quite worthy enough.