May Sinclair

Today, we unseal a travel itinerary for a journey that offers no return ticket.

We're investigating Where Their Fire Is Not Quenched by May Sinclair.

Long before modern psychology had a name for it, Sinclair explored the terrifying reality of repetition compulsion.

This is a record of an afterlife built not from sins, but from the most mediocre compromises of a human life.

She pushed it open and came into the last corridor of the Hotel Saint Pierre.

[suspenseful music] That is the definition of no exit.

Long before Jean-Paul Sartre proposed that hell is other people, May Sinclair showed us exactly how that prison is constructed.

As a founding member of the Medico-Psychological Clinic in London, Sinclair was a pioneer who applied the burgeoning theories of Sigmund Freud and C. G. Jung to fiction.

She turned out to be a beautiful pianist.

Miss May Sinclair, the novelist, heard of the project and decided to go too, not as an ambulance helper, but to be useful in any capacity.

She offered herself as secretary, and the difficulties she surmounted during her three weeks in Belgium have been ably told in her book A Journal of Impressions in Belgium.

When the party was thus nearly made up, Dr. Monroe accepted Lady Dorothy Fielding, whose name became very well known in connection with her work for the Corps.

And so, with expressive gestures, he invited her to climb up the church steeple and see for herself where it was that he spent his days surveying.

Gypsy never refused an offer like that, especially when the church tower might at any moment be crumpled up by a shell.

As Miss May Sinclair has said, she had an irresistible inclination toward the greatest possible danger.

Up they climbed, and as they mounted each ladder became steeper and narrower than the last.