I just bought the book, Please Understand Me, by David Keirsey, and in the chapter about Idealists, he included a passage written about Edith Wharton by her biographer, R.W.B Lewis. He writes:
Externally, she was a creature of gaiety, given to bursts of enthusiasm, to harmless vanities, and constant physical activity. She also experienced chills of embarrassment and self doubt. But all the time her inner life was burgeoning; beautiful objects made her senses race, and great poetry set her aglow. Almost by the same token, she was overcome at times by the mysterious and dreadful sadness of life. She took nothing calmly.
This was me almost to a T! 99.9% of it fit me! I am recording this in my diary, true to my Idealist personality, I am not taking this calmly either!
Does this fit you as well?




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