Here in new and fancy Freudian frippery is the old mÃ‰nage a trois. The author has attempted a very serious, very subjective, story of three people, in all their moods and unfathomable depths, but throughout overworks the psyche -- the subconscious. There is the psychiatrist-professor who puts preaching into practice when he marries a very storm-struck young woman, haunted vaguely by an Oedipus complex and specifically by Stephen, her former lover. She turns to her husband for succor, and uses him as a paternalistic prop, until Stephen reappears only too physically. Set in a small mid-western college town, the professorial clique is neatly delineated, and the various social-metaphysical arguments which arise keenly handled. But on the whole, this is rather overdone prose psychoanalysis, ardent soul-striving with an oversimplified finish.