X’s feelings

His feelings, says X, can he trust them? Of course not! he shouts. There he goes again, he says, the minute he starts talking there’s no stopping them, they tear at him, tear him with them. Maybe these repressed English folk have a point, he says. Then again, he asks, what do they gain by nipping themselves in the bud? Do they really save themselves from their own feelings? X tells me he wants to be saved from his own feelings. How would he go about repressing them? he asks.