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he is over fifty and well dressed and steps right in to help. He saw an ash and garbage man--this is his wife's
star story--struggling to lift a much befouled can into his wagon. F. L. left his wife and some friends without a
word and with a cheery word threw the can into the wagon. Unfortunately some of the contents splashed, and
F. L. suffered both in dignity and appearance as a consequence. He had to go home by back alleys and had to
endure the mirth of his friends for a long time. But it did not change his reactions in the least, although he was
really vexed with himself and endeavored to be conventional and self-controlled for a while. The point is that
F. L. attempts inhibition of generous impulses and fails as ignominiously as a drunkard struggling with the
desire to drink.
Of course he is of the salt of the earth. Upon such uninhibited fellowship feeling as his rests the ethical
progress of the world. A dozen inventors contribute less to their fellow men than does he. For their
contributions may be used to destroy or enslave their fellows, and it is a commonplace that science has
outstripped morals. But his contributions spread kindly feeling and the notion of the brotherhood of man.
The over-inhibited, those whose every impulse and desire is subjected to a scrutiny and a blocking, often
come to the attention of the neuropsychiatrist. But there are many "normal" people who fall into this group,
and whose conduct throughout life is marked by a scrupulosity that is painful to behold. The over-inhibition
may take specific directions, as in the thrifty who check their desires in the wish to save money, or the
industrious who hold up their pleasures and recreations in the fear that they are wasting time. A sub-group of
the over-inhibited I call the over-conscientious, and it is one of these whose history is epitomized here. CHAPTER XVII. 151 K. has always had "ingrowing scruples," as his exasperated mother once said. As a small child he never
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