Eternity is in love with the productions of time says the Blakean proverb of Hell; what he found was that reason with its timelessness was in love with contingency and that emotionality, in love with reason tries to masquerade as pure contingency, veiling the heart's reasons which are often all to easy to guess. Just as the stock market sees a contingency worthy of speculation distilled from a mass of emotional volatility, so, by a leap, he could see that in his own life many of his emotions were derivatives, contingent claims on other emotional ventures. The whole dance was designed to fascinate him, and succeeded in doing so most of the time.