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"
I
want
to
go
away
,
"
he
told
Franz
.
"
For
a
month
or
so
,
for
as
long
as
I
can
.
"
"
Why
not
,
Dick
?
That
was
our
original
arrangement
—
it
was
you
who
insisted
on
staying
.
If
you
and
Nicole
—
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
away
with
Nicole
.
I
want
to
go
away
alone
.
This
last
thing
knocked
me
sideways
—
if
I
get
two
hours
’
sleep
in
twenty
-
four
,
it
’
s
one
of
Zwingli
’
s
miracles
.
"
"
You
wish
a
real
leave
of
abstinence
.
"
"
The
word
is
‘
absence
.
’
Look
here
:
if
I
go
to
Berlin
to
the
Psychiatric
Congress
could
you
manage
to
keep
the
peace
?
For
three
months
she
’
s
been
all
right
and
she
likes
her
nurse
.
My
God
,
you
’
re
the
only
human
being
in
this
world
I
can
ask
this
of
.
"
Franz
grunted
,
considering
whether
or
not
he
could
be
trusted
to
think
always
of
his
partner
’
s
interest
.
In
Zurich
the
next
week
Dick
drove
to
the
airport
and
took
the
big
plane
for
Munich
.
Soaring
and
roaring
into
the
blue
he
felt
numb
,
realizing
how
tired
he
was
.
A
vast
persuasive
quiet
stole
over
him
,
and
he
abandoned
sickness
to
the
sick
,
sound
to
the
motors
,
direction
to
the
pilot
.
He
had
no
intention
of
attending
so
much
as
a
single
session
of
the
congress
—
he
could
imagine
it
well
enough
,
new
pamphlets
by
Bleuler
and
the
elder
Forel
that
he
could
much
better
digest
at
home
,
the
paper
by
the
American
who
cured
dementia
præcox
by
pulling
out
his
patient
’
s
teeth
or
cauterizing
their
tonsils
,
the
half
-
derisive
respect
with
which
this
idea
would
be
greeted
,
for
no
more
reason
than
that
America
was
such
a
rich
and
powerful
country
.
The
other
delegates
from
America
—
red
-
headed
Schwartz
with
his
saint
’
s
face
and
his
infinite
patience
in
straddling
two
worlds
,
as
well
as
dozens
of
commercial
alienists
with
hang
-
dog
faces
,
who
would
be
present
partly
to
increase
their
standing
,
and
hence
their
reach
for
the
big
plums
of
the
criminal
practice
,
partly
to
master
novel
sophistries
that
they
could
weave
into
their
stock
in
trade
,
to
the
infinite
confusion
of
all
values
.
There
would
be
cynical
Latins
,
and
some
man
of
Freud
’
s
from
Vienna
.
Articulate
among
them
would
be
the
great
Jung
,
bland
,
super
-
vigorous
,
on
his
rounds
between
the
forests
of
anthropology
and
the
neuroses
of
school
-
boys
.
At
first
there
would
be
an
American
cast
to
the
congress
,
almost
Rotarian
in
its
forms
and
ceremonies
,
then
the
closer
-
knit
European
vitality
would
fight
through
,
and
finally
the
Americans
would
play
their
trump
card
,
the
announcement
of
colossal
gifts
and
endowments
,
of
great
new
plants
and
training
schools
,
and
in
the
presence
of
the
figures
the
Europeans
would
blanch
and
walk
timidly
.
But
he
would
not
be
there
to
see
.
They
skirted
the
Vorarlberg
Alps
,
and
Dick
felt
a
pastoral
delight
in
watching
the
villages
.
There
were
always
four
or
five
in
sight
,
each
one
gathered
around
a
church
.
It
was
simple
looking
at
the
earth
from
far
off
,
simple
as
playing
grim
games
with
dolls
and
soldiers
.
This
was
the
way
statesmen
and
commanders
and
all
retired
people
looked
at
things
.
Anyhow
,
it
was
a
good
draft
of
relief
.
An
Englishman
spoke
to
him
from
across
the
aisle
but
he
found
something
antipathetic
in
the
English
lately
.
