I have watched the soul, Ferdinand, give way bit by bit, lose its balance and dissolve in the vast welter of apocalyptic ambitions. It began in 1900. That's the date! From that time onwards the world in general and psychiatry in particular frantically raced to see who could be most perverse, salacious, original; more disgusting, more creative, as they say, than his little next-door neighbor. A first-class scramble. Each strove to see who could immolate himself the soonest to the monster of no heart and no restraint. … The monster will scrunch us all, Ferdinand, that's how it is, and rightly so. … What is this monster? A great brute tumbling along wherever it listeth. Its wars and its droolings flood in towards us already from all sides. We shall be swept away on this tide – yes, swept away. The conscious mind was a bore, apparently. … We shan't be bored any longer! We've begun to give Sodom a chance and from that moment on we've started having “impressions” and “intuition.”