"Hm!" said Bertie. "Hm! Subjective and objective again, I suppose,
only applied to oneself. You see, that table is objective. I can stand
off and judge it. It's outside of me; has nothing to do with me. That's
easy. But my opinion of--well, my--well, anything in my nature--"

"Anger when it's time to get up," suggested Billy.

"An excellent illustration," said Bertie. "That is subjective in me.
Similar to your dislike of water as a beverage. That is subjective in
you. But here comes the twist. I can think of my own anger and judge
it, just as if it were an outside thing, like a table. I can compare it
with itself on different mornings or with other people's anger. And I
trust that you can do the same with your thirst."

"Yes," said Billy; "I recognize that it is greater at times and less at
others."

"Very well, There you are. Duality of the ego."

"Subject and object," said Billy. "Perfectly true, and very queer when
you try to think of it. Wonder how far it goes? Of course, one can
explain the body's being an object to the brain inside it. That's mind
and matter over again. But when my own mind and thought, can become
objects to themselves--I wonder how far that does go?" he broke off
musingly. "What useless stuff!" he ended.

"Gentlemen," said Oscar, who had been listening to them with patient,
Oriental diversion, "I--"

"Oh," said Bertie, remembering him. "Look here. We mustn't keep you