“A Mass of Morbid Melancholy and Apology”
Must my thoughts dwell night and day on my personal sins and blemishes, because I truly have them?—or may I sink and ignore them in order to be a decent social unit, and not a mass of morbid melancholy and apology?
One might suppose “sinking” an effortless enterprise. It asks of us only inaction. But as to this “sinking,” well, sometimes how hard it is to rise to the occasion. Which is, of course, what I suppose James to mean.