I'm frightened every once in a while by it, and I'm haunted by the dread that there'll be a collision between father and you.
You're so much alike, and you understand each other less and less, all the time." After a silence Arthur said, thoughtfully: "I think I understand him.
There are two distinct persons inside of me.

There's the one that was made by inheritance and by my surroundings as a boy--the one that's like him, the one that enables me to understand him.

Then, there's this other that's been made since--in the East, and going round among people that either never knew the sort of life we had as children or have grown away from it.

The problem is how to reconcile those two persons so that they'll stop wrangling and shaming each other.

That's _my_ problem, I mean.