She gave up trying to understand herself$$$ and the vast armies of the benighted$$$ who follow neither the heart nor the brain$$$ and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters — the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth$$$ and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass$$$ they are censured. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks$$$ their wit becomes cynicism$$$ their unselfishness hypocrisy; they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go.