Shakespeare wrote it, in the tragedy of King Lear—a phrase to live by: He was disturbed, but he did not know it. Murky, agitated waters crept up in his vast subconscious world, and sought the threshold, the mouth of the pit, the slope of the clean shore; little rainbows of light now and then flashed over the waters. They heaved, and against the sluice-gates they beat, sullenly. There was a yielding, but the great force was contained. He left his Pad, curiously mopping his brow a little, and furr