“It was simply that I feared something might happen to me unless I kept a sharp lookout. I felt afraid. It was instinctive,” was all he could say. “I got the impression that the whole town was after me⁠—wanted me for something; and that if it got me I should lose myself, or at least the Self I knew, in some unfamiliar state of consciousness. But I am not a psychologist, you know,” he added meekly, “and I cannot define it better than that.”