But I believe that there is a great deal more than that. We must
all know that when we are with friends to whose moods and emotions
we are attuned, there takes place a singular degree of thought-
transference, quite apart from speech. I had once a great friend
with whom I was accustomed to spend much time tete-a-tete. We used
to travel together and spend long periods, day after day, in close
conjunction, often indeed sharing the same bedroom. It became a
matter at first of amusement and interest, but afterwards an
accepted fact, that we could often realise, even after a long
silence, in what direction the other's thought was travelling. "How
did you guess I was thinking of that?" would be asked. To which the
reply was, "I did not guess--I knew." On the other hand I have an
old and familiar friend, whom I know well and regard with great
affection, but whose presence, and particularly a certain fixity of
glance, often, even now, causes me a curious subjective disturbance
which is not wholly pleasant, a sense of some odd psychical control
which is not entirely agreeable.
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