Behind someone's eyes

"There's nothing wrong with obsession."
"Objection, my Lady!"
"Conceded, Conscience."
"You see, the point is, it sticks to the brain and never lets go--"
"Objection, your Highness."
"Conceded, Inspectress."
"It's harmless, it's dull, it's naught but a presence in sleep that fades as soon as you rise."
"But dreams, my Lady! Aren't they just the mirror of soul after all?"
"Conceded, Conscience."
"Outrageous, as usual. Your shares on the matter are patches in the hand of a fool!"
"Conceded, Inspectress."
"I say," said Conscience, "it's time to release such beasts long imprisoned behind someone's eyes."
"I say," said Inspectress, "it's time to accept someone's bad side and desires, so dark and so fierce."
"I say," said the Lady, "I'll leave you at that, retire to my garden, behold a cuckoo and stare into the blue."