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Half
an
hour
later
Dick
started
up
to
the
administration
building
.
He
was
thirty
-
eight
—
still
declining
a
beard
he
yet
had
a
more
medical
aura
about
him
than
he
had
worn
upon
the
Riviera
.
For
eighteen
months
now
he
had
lived
at
the
clinic
—
certainly
one
of
the
best
-
appointed
in
Europe
.
Like
Dohmler
’
s
it
was
of
the
modern
type
—
no
longer
a
single
dark
and
sinister
building
but
a
small
,
scattered
,
yet
deceitfully
integrated
village
—
Dick
and
Nicole
had
added
much
in
the
domain
of
taste
,
so
that
the
plant
was
a
thing
of
beauty
,
visited
by
every
psychologist
passing
through
Zurich
.
With
the
addition
of
a
caddy
house
it
might
very
well
have
been
a
country
club
.
The
Eglantine
and
the
Beeches
,
houses
for
those
sunk
into
eternal
darkness
,
were
screened
by
little
copses
from
the
main
building
,
camouflaged
strong
-
points
.
Behind
was
a
large
truck
farm
,
worked
partly
by
the
patients
.
The
workshops
for
ergo
-
therapy
were
three
,
placed
under
a
single
roof
and
there
Doctor
Diver
began
his
morning
’
s
inspection
.
The
carpentry
shop
,
full
of
sunlight
,
exuded
the
sweetness
of
sawdust
,
of
a
lost
age
of
wood
;
always
half
a
dozen
men
were
there
,
hammering
,
planing
,
buzzing
—
silent
men
,
who
lifted
solemn
eyes
from
their
work
as
he
passed
through
.
Himself
a
good
carpenter
,
he
discussed
with
them
the
efficiency
of
some
tools
for
a
moment
in
a
quiet
,
personal
,
interested
voice
.
Adjoining
was
the
book
-
bindery
,
adapted
to
the
most
mobile
of
patients
who
were
not
always
,
however
,
those
who
had
the
greatest
chance
for
recovery
.
The
last
chamber
was
devoted
to
beadwork
,
weaving
and
work
in
brass
.
The
faces
of
the
patients
here
wore
the
expression
of
one
who
had
just
sighed
profoundly
,
dismissing
something
insoluble
—
but
their
sighs
only
marked
the
beginning
of
another
ceaseless
round
of
ratiocination
,
not
in
a
line
as
with
normal
people
but
in
the
same
circle
.
Round
,
round
,
and
round
.
Around
forever
.
But
the
bright
colors
of
the
stuffs
they
worked
with
gave
strangers
a
momentary
illusion
that
all
was
well
,
as
in
a
kindergarten
.
These
patients
brightened
as
Doctor
Diver
came
in
.
Most
of
them
liked
him
better
than
they
liked
Doctor
Gregorovius
.
Those
who
had
once
lived
in
the
great
world
invariably
liked
him
better
.
There
were
a
few
who
thought
he
neglected
them
,
or
that
he
was
not
simple
,
or
that
he
posed
.
Their
responses
were
not
dissimilar
to
those
that
Dick
evoked
in
non
-
professional
life
,
but
here
they
were
warped
and
distorted
.
One
Englishwoman
spoke
to
him
always
about
a
subject
which
she
considered
her
own
.
"
Have
we
got
music
to
-
night
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
haven
’
t
seen
Doctor
Ladislau
.
How
did
you
enjoy
the
music
that
Mrs
.
Sachs
and
Mr
.
Longstreet
gave
us
last
night
?
"
"
It
was
so
-
so
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
fine
—
especially
the
Chopin
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
so
-
so
.
"
"
When
are
you
going
to
play
for
us
yourself
?
"
