"Because what the devil did he want of Valentine Wannop? Why could he not stall off the thought of her? He could stall off the thought of his wife… or his not-wife. But Valentine Wannop came wriggling in. At all hours of the day and night. It was an obsession. A madness… what those fools called "a complex"!… Due, no doubt, to something your nurse had done, or your parents said to you. At birth… A strong passion… or no doubt not strong enough. Otherwise he, too, would have gone absent. At any rate, from Sylvia… Which he hadn’t done. Which he hadn’t done. Or hadn’t he? There was no saying…."
No more Parades
Parade’s End, Ford Madox Ford