ABSTRACT
This chapter presents the case of the patient, a woman of thirty-five, who has been in analysis for some years, is only just beginning to realise how ill she has been. The nature of her illness was such that she need not know about it, and she has always protested that the analysis started long before she came to analysis, and that it has only helped her to continue a little further than she could have done alone what she had always been able to some extent to do. In particular she has never acknowledged that she has been unconscious of anything. In a hundred ways she was able to maintain what was characteristic of her, which was scrupulous honesty by means of this splitting of herself into two or more parts. Throughout the analysis there had always been the mother's wig in the foreground as a cover memory for some arch deception.
