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If
nothing
else
he
proves
the
total
inadequacy
of
the
confused
value
judgments
and
pseudo
-
statements
of
art
to
equip
modem
man
for
his
evolutionary
role
.
’
"
The
woman
laid
down
the
paper
and
picked
up
another
.
"
This
second
note
comes
from
Dr
.
Maxwell
,
who
of
course
has
had
the
closest
personal
contact
with
the
subject
.
She
says
:
’
In
my
view
the
subject
’
s
selfishness
and
social
inadequacy
have
been
determined
by
his
past
,
and
any
report
which
we
communicate
to
him
should
make
it
clear
that
his
personality
deficiencies
are
due
to
circumstances
outside
his
command
.
The
subject
may
not
understand
that
we
are
making
clinical
descriptions
,
and
not
,
at
least
in
my
own
case
,
with
any
association
of
moral
blame
.
If
anything
our
attitude
should
be
one
of
pity
towards
a
personality
that
has
to
cover
its
deficiencies
under
so
many
conscious
and
unconscious
lies
.
We
must
always
remember
that
the
subject
has
been
launched
into
the
world
with
no
training
in
self
-
analysis
and
self
-
orientation
;
and
that
almost
all
the
education
he
has
received
is
positively
harmful
to
him
.
He
was
,
so
to
speak
,
born
short
-
sighted
by
nature
and
has
been
further
blinded
by
his
environments
.
It
is
small
wonder
that
he
cannot
find
his
way
.
’
"
The
American
woman
sat
down
.
The
old
man
in
the
white
beard
nodded
,
as
if
pleased
with
what
had
been
said
.
He
looked
at
me
,
then
at
Lily
.
"
I
think
,
Dr
.
Maxwell
,
that
it
would
be
fair
to
the
subject
if
you
repeated
what
you
said
to
me
last
night
in
connection
with
him
.
"
Lily
bowed
her
head
,
then
stood
up
and
spoke
to
the
others
.
She
glanced
at
me
briefly
,
as
if
I
was
a
diagram
on
a
blackboard
.
"
During
my
relationship
with
the
subject
I
of
course
experienced
a
certain
degree
of
countertransference
.
I
have
analyzed
this
with
the
help
of
Dr
.
Marcus
and
we
think
that
this
emotional
attachment
can
be
broken
into
two
components
.
One
originated
in
a
physical
attraction
for
him
,
artificially
exaggerated
by
the
role
I
had
to
play
.
The
second
component
was
empathetic
in
nature
.
The
subject
’
s
self
-
pity
is
projected
so
strongly
on
his
environment
that
one
becomes
contaminated
by
it
.
I
thought
this
was
of
interest
in
view
of
Professor
Ciardi
’
s
comment
.
"
I
didn
’
t
;
I
knew
it
was
simply
another
turn
of
the
screw
of
humiliation
.
The
old
man
nodded
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
She
sat
down
.
He
looked
up
at
me
.
"
All
this
may
seem
cruel
to
you
.
But
we
wish
to
hide
nothing
.
"
He
looked
at
Lily
.
"
As
regards
the
first
component
of
your
attachment
,
sexual
attraction
,
would
you
describe
to
the
subject
and
to
us
your
present
feelings
?
"
"
I
consider
that
the
subject
would
make
a
very
inadequate
husband
except
as
a
sexual
partner
.
"
Ice
-
cold
;
she
looked
at
me
,
then
back
to
the
old
man
.
Dr
.
Marcus
intervened
.
"
He
has
basic
marriage
-
destructive
drives
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Specifically
?
"
"
Infidelity
.
Selfishness
.
Inconsiderateness
in
everyday
routines
.
Possibly
,
homosexual
tendencies
.
"
The
old
man
:
"
Would
the
situation
be
altered
if
he
had
analysis
?
"
"
In
my
opinion
,
no
.
"
The
old
man
turned
.
"
Maurice
?
"
Conchis
spoke
,
staring
at
me
.
"
I
think
we
are
all
agreed
that
he
has
been
an
admirable
subject
for
our
purposes
,
but
he
has
masochistic
traits
that
will
get
pleasure
even
out
of
our
discussion
of
his
faults
.
In
my
opinion
our
further
interest
in
him
is
now
both
harmful
to
him
and
unnecessary
.
"
The
old
man
looked
up
at
me
.
"
Under
narcosis
it
was
discovered
that
you
are
still
strongly
attached
to
Dr
.
Maxwell
.
Some
of
us
have
been
concerned
about
the
effect
that
the
loss
of
the
young
Australian
girl
,
for
which
,
I
may
also
tell
you
,
you
feel
deeply
guilty
in
your
unconscious
,
and
now
the
second
loss
of
the
mythical
figure
you
know
as
Lily
,
may
have
on
you
.
I
refer
to
the
possibility
of
suicide
.
Our
conclusion
has
been
this
:
that
your
attachment
to
self
-
gratification
is
too
deep
to
make
any
other
than
a
hysterical
attempt
at
suicide
likely
.
And
against
this
we
advise
you
to
guard
.
"
I
gave
a
sarcastic
bow
of
thanks
.
Dignity
,
keep
some
remnant
of
dignity
.
"
Now
…
does
anyone
wish
to
say
anything
more
?
"
He
looked
both
ways
down
the
table
.
They
all
shook
their
heads
.
"
Very
well
.
We
have
come
to
the
end
of
our
experiment
.
"
He
gestured
for
the
"
board
"
to
stand
,
which
they
did
.
The
"
audience
"
remained
sitting
.
He
looked
at
me
.
"
We
have
not
concealed
our
real
opinion
of
you
;
and
since
this
is
a
trial
we
have
of
course
been
acting
as
witnesses
against
ourselves
.
You
are
,
I
remind
you
once
again
,
the
judge
,
and
the
time
has
now
come
for
you
to
judge
us
.
We
have
,
first
of
all
,
selected
a
pharmakos
.
A
scapegoat
.
"
He
looked
to
his
left
.
Lily
took
off
her
glasses
,
stepped
round
the
table
and
came
and
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
dais
in
front
of
me
,
with
a
bowed
head
;
the
white
woolen
dress
,
a
penitential
.
Even
then
I
was
so
stupid
that
I
saw
some
fantastic
new
development
;
a
mock
wedding
,
some
absurd
happy
ending
…
and
I
thought
grimly
what
I
would
do
if
they
dared
try
that
on
.
"
She
is
your
prisoner
,
but
you
cannot
do
what
you
like
with
her
,
because
the
code
of
medical
justice
under
which
we
exist
specifies
a
precise
type
of
punishment
for
the
crime
of
destroying
all
power
of
forgiveness
in
the
subject
of
our
experiments
.
"
He
turned
round
to
Adam
,
who
stood
near
the
archway
.
"
The
apparatus
.
"
Adam
called
something
.
The
other
people
behind
the
table
stood
to
one
side
;
in
a
compact
group
,
facing
the
"
students
,
"
with
the
old
man
at
their
head
.
Four
black
-
uniformed
men
came
in
.
They
quickly
moved
the
sedan
-
coffin
and
two
of
the
tables
,
so
that
the
center
of
the
room
was
left
free
.
The
third
table
was
lifted
in
front
of
me
,
beside
Lily
.
Then
two
of
the
men
left
and
returned
carrying
a
heavy
wooden
frame
,
like
a
door
frame
,
on
bracketed
legs
.
Six
or
seven
feet
up
,
at
the
top
of
the
uprights
,
were
iron
rings
.
Lily
turned
and
walked
to
where
they
set
it
,
some
halfway
down
the
room
.
She
stood
in
front
of
it
and
held
up
her
arms
.
Adam
handcuffed
her
wrists
to
the
rings
,
so
that
she
was
crucified
against
it
,
with
her
back
to
me
.
Then
a
kind
of
stiffened
leather
helmet
,
with
a
down
-
projecting
back
piece
that
covered
the
nape
of
her
neck
,
was
put
on
her
head
;
a
protector
.
It
was
a
flogging
frame
.
Adam
then
left
;
returned
in
two
seconds
.
I
could
not
see
what
he
was
holding
at
first
,
but
he
swung
it
loose
as
he
came
towards
me
.
And
I
understood
;
I
understood
the
incredible
last
trick
they
were
playing
.
It
was
a
stiff
black
handle
ending
in
a
long
skein
of
knotted
lashes
.
Adam
unraveled
two
or
three
that
were
tangled
,
then
laid
the
foul
thing
on
the
table
,
handle
towards
me
.
Then
he
went
back
to
Lily
—
everything
was
carefully
planned
to
be
in
this
sequence
—
and
pulled
down
the
zip
in
the
back
of
her
dress
to
her
waist
.
He
even
unhooked
the
bra
,
then
folded
it
and
the
dress
carefully
aside
,
so
that
her
bare
back
was
fully
exposed
.
I
could
see
the
pink
lines
on
her
skin
where
the
strap
had
crossed
.
I
was
the
Eumenides
,
the
merciless
Furies
.
My
hands
began
to
sweat
.
Once
again
I
felt
hopelessly
out
of
my
depth
.
Always
with
Conchis
one
went
down
,
and
it
seemed
one
could
go
no
further
;
but
at
the
end
another
way
went
even
lower
.
The
Smuts
-
like
old
man
came
forward
again
and
stood
in
front
of
me
.
"
You
see
the
scapegoat
and
you
see
the
instrument
of
punishment
.
You
are
now
both
judge
and
executioner
.
We
are
all
here
haters
of
unnecessary
suffering
;
as
you
must
try
to
understand
when
you
come
to
think
over
these
events
.
But
we
are
all
agreed
that
there
must
be
a
point
in
our
experiment
when
you
,
the
subject
,
have
absolute
freedom
to
choose
whether
to
inflict
pain
on
us
—
and
a
pain
abhorrent
to
all
of
us
—
in
your
turn
.
We
have
chosen
Dr
.
Maxwell
because
she
best
symbolizes
what
we
are
to
you
.
Now
we
ask
you
to
do
as
the
Roman
emperors
did
and
to
raise
or
lower
your
right
thumb
.
If
you
lower
it
,
you
will
be
released
and
free
to
carry
out
the
punishment
as
severely
and
brutally
as
you
wish
,
up
to
ten
strokes
.
That
is
sufficient
to
ensure
the
most
atrocious
suffering
,
and
permanent
disfigurement
.
If
you
raise
your
thumb
in
the
sign
of
mercy
,
you
will
,
apart
from
one
last
short
process
of
disintoxication
,
be
free
of
us
forevermore
.
You
will
equally
be
free
if
you
choose
to
punish
,
which
will
also
demonstrate
the
satisfactory
completion
of
your
disintoxication
.
Now
I
ask
one
last
thing
of
you
:
that
you
think
carefully
before
you
choose
.
"
At
some
unseen
signal
the
"
students
"
all
rose
.
Everyone
in
the
room
stared
at
me
.
I
was
aware
that
I
wanted
to
make
a
right
choice
;
something
that
would
make
them
all
remember
me
,
that
would
prove
them
all
wrong
.
The
charade
,
the
masque
,
had
become
a
situation
in
which
I
was
fully
involved
.
I
knew
I
was
judge
only
in
name
.
Like
all
judges
,
I
was
finally
the
judged
;
to
be
judged
by
my
own
judgment
.
I
saw
at
once
that
the
choice
they
were
offering
me
was
absurd
.
Everything
was
fixed
to
make
it
impossible
for
me
to
punish
Lily
.
The
only
punishment
I
wanted
to
inflict
on
her
was
to
make
her
cry
forgiveness
;
not
cry
pain
.
In
any
case
I
knew
that
even
if
I
put
my
thumb
down
,
they
would
find
some
way
of
stopping
me
.
The
whole
situation
,
with
all
all
its
gratuitously
sadistic
undertones
,
was
a
trap
;
a
false
dilemma
.
Even
then
,
through
all
my
seething
resentment
and
anger
at
being
so
mercilessly
exposed
in
the
village
stocks
,
I
had
a
feeling
that
was
certainly
not
forgiveness
of
them
,
even
less
gratitude
,
but
a
recrudescence
of
that
amazement
I
had
felt
so
often
before
:
that
all
this
could
be
mounted
for
me
,
could
happen
to
me
.
Not
without
hesitation
,
thinking
,
gauging
whether
I
was
free
to
choose
,
and
feeling
sure
that
this
was
not
a
preconditioning
,
I
turned
my
thumb
down
.
The
old
man
signed
to
the
guards
and
then
went
back
to
the
group
.
My
wrists
were
freed
.
I
stood
up
and
rubbed
them
,
then
tore
the
gag
off
.
The
tape
ripped
at
the
stubble
on
my
chin
,
and
for
a
moment
all
I
could
do
was
blink
foolishly
with
pain
.
The
guards
made
no
move
.
I
rubbed
the
skin
round
my
mouth
,
and
looked
round
the
room
.
Silence
.
They
expected
me
to
speak
;
so
I
would
not
speak
.
I
went
down
the
wooden
steps
and
picked
up
the
cat
.
It
was
surprisingly
heavy
.
The
handle
,
of
plaited
leather
over
wood
;
a
knop
end
.
The
thongs
were
worn
,
the
knots
as
hard
as
bullets
.
The
thing
looked
old
,
a
genuine
Royal
Navy
antique
from
the
Napoleonic
wars
.
As
I
handled
it
,
I
calculated
.
The
most
likely
solution
was
that
they
would
put
the
lights
out
;
there
would
be
a
scuffle
.
The
four
men
and
Adam
were
by
the
door
and
it
would
be
impossible
to
escape
.
Without
warning
I
picked
up
the
cat
and
swung
it
down
on
the
table
.
A
savage
hiss
.
The
thrash
of
the
lashes
on
the
deal
tabletop
sounded
like
a
gun
.
I
began
to
walk
towards
where
Lily
was
.
I
never
expected
to
get
to
her
.
But
I
did
.
No
one
moved
,
I
was
suddenly
within
hitting
range
and
the
nearest
person
was
thirty
feet
away
.
I
stood
as
if
measuring
my
distance
,
first
with
my
right
foot
forward
,
then
with
my
left
.
I
even
gave
the
beastly
thing
a
little
shake
,
so
that
the
thongs
touched
the
middle
of
her
back
.
Her
face
was
hidden
by
the
head
protector
.
I
swung
the
cat
back
over
my
shoulder
,
as
if
I
was
going
to
swing
it
down
with
all
my
force
on
that
white
back
.
I
half
expected
a
shout
to
ring
out
,
to
see
or
hear
someone
dash
for
me
.
But
no
one
moved
and
I
knew
,
as
they
must
have
known
,
that
it
would
have
been
too
late
.
Only
a
bullet
could
have
stopped
me
.
I
looked
round
,
half
expecting
to
see
a
gun
.
But
the
eleven
,
the
guards
,
the
"
students
,
"
all
stood
immobile
.
I
looked
back
at
Lily
.
There
was
a
devil
in
me
,
an
evil
marquis
,
that
wanted
to
strike
,
to
see
the
wet
red
weals
traverse
the
delicate
skin
;
not
so
much
to
hurt
her
as
to
shock
them
,
to
bring
them
to
a
sense
of
the
enormity
of
what
they
were
doing
;
almost
of
the
enormity
of
making
her
risk
so
much
.
Anton
had
said
it
:
Very
brave
.
I
knew
they
must
be
absolutely
certain
of
my
decency
,
my
stupid
English
decency
;
in
spite
of
all
they
had
said
,
all
the
bandillera
they
had
planted
in
my
self
-
esteem
,
absolutely
sure
that
not
once
in
a
hundred
thousand
years
would
I
bring
that
cat
down
.
I
did
bring
it
down
then
,
but
very
slowly
,
as
if
making
sure
of
my
distance
again
,
then
took
it
back
.
I
tried
to
determine
whether
once
again
I
was
preconditioned
not
to
do
it
,
by
Conchis
;
but
I
knew
I
had
absolute
freedom
of
choice
.
I
could
do
it
if
I
wanted
.
Then
suddenly
.
I
understood
what
I
had
misunderstood
.
I
was
not
holding
a
cat
in
my
hand
in
an
underground
cistern
.
I
was
in
a
sunlit
square
and
in
my
hands
I
held
a
German
submachine
gun
.
And
my
freedom
too
was
in
not
striking
,
whatever
the
cost
.
Whatever
they
thought
of
me
;
even
though
it
would
seem
,
as
they
had
foreseen
,
that
I
was
forgiving
them
,
that
I
was
indoctrinated
;
their
dupe
.
That
eighty
other
parts
of
me
must
die
.
All
Conchis
’
s
maneuverings
had
been
to
bring
me
to
this
;
all
the
charades
,
the
psychical
,
the
theatrical
,
the
sexual
,
the
psychological
;
and
I
was
standing
as
he
had
stood
before
the
guerrilla
,
unable
to
beat
his
brains
out
;
discovering
that
there
are
strange
times
for
the
calling
in
of
old
debts
,
and
even
stranger
prices
to
pay
.
I
lowered
the
cat
.
The
group
of
eleven
,
standing
by
the
wall
;
standing
with
the
sedan
half
-
hidden
in
their
center
,
as
if
they
were
guarding
it
from
me
.
I
saw
Rose
,
who
had
the
grace
not
to
meet
my
eyes
.
I
realized
that
she
was
frightened
;
she
for
one
had
not
been
sure
.
The
white
back
.
I
walked
towards
them
,
towards
Conchis
.
I
saw
Anton
,
who
was
standing
beside
him
,
tilt
forward
infinitesimally
.
I
knew
he
was
getting
onto
the
balls
of
his
feet
ready
to
spring
.
Joe
was
watching
me
like
a
hawk
,
too
.
I
stood
in
front
of
Conchis
and
handed
him
the
cat
,
handle
first
.
He
took
it
,
but
he
never
moved
his
eyes
from
mine
.
We
stared
at
each
other
for
a
long
moment
;
that
same
old
stare
,
simianly
observing
.
He
expected
me
to
speak
;
to
say
the
word
.
But
I
would
not
speak
.
I
looked
round
the
faces
of
the
group
.
I
knew
they
were
only
actors
and
actresses
but
that
even
the
best
of
their
profession
cannot
in
silence
act
certain
human
qualities
,
like
intelligence
,
experience
,
intellectual
honesty
;
and
they
had
their
share
of
that
.
Nor
could
they
take
part
in
such
a
scene
without
more
inducement
than
money
;
however
much
money
Conchis
offered
.
I
sensed
a
moment
of
comprehension
between
all
of
us
,
a
strange
sort
of
mutual
respect
;
on
their
side
perhaps
no
more
than
a
relief
that
I
was
as
they
secretly
believed
me
to
be
,
behind
all
the
mysteries
and
the
humiliations
;
on
my
side
,
a
dim
conviction
of
having
entered
some
deeper
,
wiser
esoteric
society
than
I
could
without
danger
speak
in
.
As
I
stood
there
,
close
to
their
eleven
silences
,
their
faces
without
hostility
yet
without
concession
,
faces
dissociated
from
my
anger
,
as
close
-
remote
and
oblique
as
the
faces
in
a
Flemish
Adoration
,
I
felt
myself
almost
physically
dwindling
;
as
one
dwindles
before
certain
works
of
art
,
certain
truths
,
seeing
one
’
s
smallness
,
narrow
-
mindedness
,
insufficiency
in
their
dimension
and
value
.
I
could
see
it
in
Conchis
’
s
eyes
;
something
besides
eleutheria
had
been
proved
.
And
I
was
the
only
person
there
who
did
not
know
what
it
was
.
I
looked
for
it
in
his
eyes
;
but
that
was
like
looking
into
the
darkest
night
.
A
hundred
things
trembled
on
my
lips
,
in
my
mind
;
and
died
there
.
No
answer
;
no
movement
.
Abruptly
I
went
back
to
the
"
throne
.
"
I
watched
the
"
students
"
go
out
,
I
watched
Lily
being
unfastened
.
Rose
helped
her
dress
,
and
they
rejoined
the
others
.
The
frame
was
removed
