I suppose I had always been an unconscious suffragist. With my temperament and my surroundings, I could scarcely have been otherwise.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm not that keen on the idea of being unconscious.
I had become shy of life's bustle in my solitary retreat and was apprehensive at the thought of facing the world.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
With my somewhat vague aspiring mind, to be imprisoned in the rude details of a most material life was often irksome.
This man, although he appeared so humble and embarrassed in his air and manners, and passed so unheeded, had inspired me with such a feeling of horror by the unearthly paleness of his countenance, from which I could not avert my eyes, that I was unable longer to endure it.
I was a savage for so many years of my life. There was some seed of determination in me that I was not conscious of. I was mostly consciously getting into trouble and drunk.
I'm not aware that I was consciously influenced by any director, though these things often happen unnoticed, submerged in the unconscious.
Being unconscious is the ultimate disability.
I never felt like there was an unconscious part of me around that woke up or that came out of the closet; there wasn't a struggle, there wasn't an attempt to suppress.
I was always a self-conscious person.