[Freud] never grasped that Nazi destructiveness was a complete mind in itself. Surely he was the victim of his own poetry, which was so vivid that he took it to be a map of reality. From the realm of the human spirit he had banished God and the Devil, and replaced them with a family of contending deities bearing proud Greek names. They were household gods: aided by judicious therapy, they would one way or anther always reach an accomodation. in a world where people like his old sisters, even if they were not happy, would die in bed. But the Devil came back. The Devil had never been away.