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"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Iii
told
me
.
"
The
psychologist
laughed
out
of
the
carved
,
smiling
mouth
.
"
A
good
joke
.
Where
was
I
?
Secondary
hallucinations
,
yes
.
Women
come
to
me
with
snakes
crawling
from
their
ears
.
When
I
cure
them
,
the
snakes
vanish
.
"
"
We
’
ll
be
glad
to
be
cured
.
Go
right
ahead
.
"
Mr
.
Xxx
seemed
surprised
.
"
Unusual
.
Not
many
people
want
to
be
cured
.
The
cure
is
drastic
,
you
know
.
"
"
Cure
ahead
!
I
’
m
confident
you
’
ll
find
we
’
re
all
sane
.
"
"
Let
me
check
your
papers
to
be
sure
they
’
re
in
order
for
a
«
cure
.
»
"
He
checked
a
file
.
"
Yes
.
You
know
,
such
cases
as
yours
need
special
«
curing
.
»
The
people
in
that
hall
are
simpler
forms
.
But
once
you
’
ve
gone
this
far
,
I
must
point
out
,
with
primary
,
secondary
,
auditory
,
olfactory
,
and
labial
hallucinations
,
as
well
as
tactile
and
optical
fantasies
,
it
is
pretty
bad
business
.
We
have
to
resort
to
euthanasia
.
"
The
captain
leaped
up
with
a
roar
.
"
Look
here
,
we
’
ve
stood
quite
enough
!
Test
us
,
tap
our
knees
,
check
our
hearts
,
exercise
us
,
ask
questions
!
"
"
You
are
free
to
speak
.
"
The
captain
raved
for
an
hour
.
The
psychologist
listened
.
"
Incredible
,
"
he
mused
.
"
Most
detailed
dream
fantasy
I
’
ve
ever
heard
.
"
