Publisher's Synopsis
This book is a peculiar treatise on psychology. It has to do with the sources of evil. It is an essay of intimate speleology, about the descent to the igneous nucleus of the human volcano. The moral conscience has worked on itself for many centuries, drilling underground passages into the amorphous rock of our intimacy. Our feelings, our desires, they are poured out to the exterior. They are centrifuges. To turn back into oneself would require a cataclysmic resistance.
