Only on two occasions did I ever mention feelings to my teacher. The first time I told him that I had just felt 'energy.' He was faintly amused by my excitement and said, "Welcome to the human race!" The second time he was less charitable. I told him that I had felt my head suspended from above for an entire Form, to which he replied, "What do you want from me, a fucking medal?" I then realised that feelings of this sort were entirely my own business, to be worked with privately, and that they had no bearing on either my character or my progress. They simply indicated that I had done a little, though not enough, work.

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