That position was that I had been irreverent beyond belief, beyond imagination.

Very well, I had accepted that as a fact for a year or two, and had been thoroughly miserable about it whenever I thought of it--which was not frequently, if I could help it.

Whenever I thought of it I wondered how I ever could have been inspired to do so unholy a thing.

Well, the C.'s comforted me, but they did not persuade me to continue to think about the unhappy episode.

I resisted that.