Melanie gradually became fearful that she, her Self, was being occupied, slowly taken over by a silent army of strange and worrisome thoughts, unintelligible obligations. Hesitantly mentioning this to her women friends, she found that several of them, too, had these fears; some had harbored them for many years. They felt as if they were being pushed out of their own minds, that a stranger was taking their place.
They tried to put a name to these intruders. Coming home one evening, Melanie finally saw who her intruder was; and where the hell was his dinner, anyway? he asked.