An Extrovert (n.) is someone for whom the object can never have enough value.
An Extrovert (n.) expects the decisive word to come from outside — and it comes from outside only because that is where he expects it.
An Extrovert (n.) keeps a morality that is simply society's; if the prevailing standpoint changed, his conscience would change with it and nothing else about him would.
An Extrovert (n.) is as autocratic when he thinks as the introvert is when he acts: the realist in contemplation becomes the idealist who demands that everything conform to his conceptions.
An Extrovert (n.) chases life and experience as busily as he can so as never to have to meet himself and his evil thoughts and feelings.
An Extrovert (n.) can be given his just dues only by life itself: his value lies in his relation to the object, an imponderable that intellectual analysis can only turn into caricature.
The Extrovert (n.) finds modern music beautiful because everyone pretends it is, and needs his happiness to make others envious.
The Extrovert (n.) has a conscience run largely by public opinion — moral qualms arise mainly when other people know — and a faith settled by majority vote.
The Extrovert (n.) has no secrets he has not long since shared, and lives through others because his own self-communings give him the creeps.
An Extrovert (n.) makes a niche in the world of relationships at the cost of being unconscious of himself, and is frightened of his own subjectivity; the introvert, realizing himself, blunders about the social world in the most absurd way.
An Extrovert (n.) directs libido outwards and finds absolute value in the object; Freud championed this psychology, which is why his quarrel with Adler was a clash of opposed types.