Oedipus answers: ‘Groovy!’

• +..I have no words to describe this.


• +..Trance


• +.. Melbourne folk

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The psychotherapist is sitting in his office like a wise man and is getting paid to do something about all this. Both Magda and Della will be free if somebody dies, but his job is to find a better way to free them. He leaves his office and walks down the street past the stockbroker’s, the taxi stand, and the saloon. Nearly everybody he sees is waiting for a Big Killing. In the grocery store a woman is shouting at her daughter: ‘How many times have I got to tell you not to touch that?’ while somebody admires her little boy: ‘Isn’t he cute!’ When he gets to the hospital, a paranoid says: ‘How do I get out of here, doctor?’ A depressive says: ‘What am I living for?’ and a schizophrenic answers: ‘Don’t diet, liveit. I’m not really that stupid.’ That’s what they all said yesterday. They’re stuck, while the ones on the outside are still hoping. ‘Shall we increase his dose of medication?’ asks a medical student. Dr Q turns to the schizophrenic and looks him in the eye. The schizophrenic looks back at him. ‘Shall we increase your medication?’ asks Dr Q. The boy thinks a while and then replies, ‘No.’ Dr Q puts out his hand and says: ‘Hello.’ The schizophrenic shakes hands with him and says: ‘Hello.’ Then they both turn to the medical student, and Dr Q says: ‘Hello.’ The medical student looks flustered, but five years later, at a psychiatric meeting, he walks up to Dr Q and says: ‘Hi, Dr Q. Hello.’
Berne, Eric