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　'Which　was？'　asked　the　man　apprehensively。
　'You　just　said　it：　〃a　little　of　both〃。　Although　the　word　〃little〃　should　be　changed　to　〃massive〃。　Massive　shocks。'
　'Massive　shocks　to　what？'
　'The　physical　and　the　psychological。　They　were　related；　interwoven　…　two　strands　of　experience；　or　stimuli；　that　became　knotted。'
　'How　much　sauce　have　you　had？'
　'Less　than　you　think；　it's　irrelevant。'　The　doctor　picked　up　a　clipboard　filled　with　pages。　'This　is　your　history　…　your　new　history　…　begun　the　day　you　were　brought　here。　Let　me　summarize。　The　physical　wounds　tell　us　that　the　situation　in　which　you　found　yourself　was　packed　with　psychological　stress；　the　subsequent　hysteria　brought　on　by　at　least　nine　hours　in　the　water；　which　served　to　solidify　the　psychological　damage。　The　darkness；　the　violent　movement；　the　lungs　barely　getting　air；　these　were　the　instruments　of　hysteria。　Everything　that　preceded　it　…　the　hysteria　…　had　to　be　erased　so　you　could　cope；　survive。　Are　you　with　me？'
　'I　think　so。　The　head　was　protecting　itself。'
　'Not　the　head；　the　mind。　Make　the　distinction；　it's　important　We'll　get　back　to　the　head；　but　we'll　give　it　a　label。　The　brain。'
　'All　right。　Mind；　not　head。。。　which　is　really　the　brain。'
　'Good。'　Washburn　flipped　his　thumb　through　the　pages　on　the　clipboard。　These　are　filled　with　several　hundred　observations。　There　are　the　normal　medical　notes　…　dosage；　time；　reaction；　that　sort　of　thing　…　but　in　the　main　they　deal　with　you；　the　man　himself。　The　words　you　use；　the　words　you　react　to；　the　phrases　you　employ　…　when　I　can　write　them　down　…　both　rationally　and　when　you　talk　in　your　sleep　and　when　you　were　in　a。　Even　the　way　you　walk；　the　way　you　talk　or　tense　your　body　when　startled　or　seeing　something　that　interests　you。　You　appear　to　be　a　mass　of　contradictions；　there's　a　subsurface　violence　almost　always　under　control；　but　very　much　alive。　There's　also　a　pensiveness　that　seems　painful　for　you；　yet　you　rarely　give　vent　to　the　anger　that　pain　must　provoke。'
　'You're　provoking　it　now；'　interrupted　the　man。　'We've　gone　over　the　words　and　the　phrases　time　and　time　again。。。'
　'And　we'll　continue　to　do　so；'　broke　in　Washburn；　'as　long　as　there's　progress。'
　'I　wasn't　aware　any　progress　had　been　made。'　'Not　in　terms　of　an　identity　or　an　occupation。　But　we　are　finding　out　what's　most　fortable　for　you；　what　you　deal　with　best　It's　a　little　frightening。'
　'In　what　way？'
　'Let　me　give　you　an　example。'　The　doctor　put　the　clipboard　down　and　got　out　of　the　chair。　He　walked　to　a　primitive　cupboard　against　the　wall；　opened　a　drawer　and　took　out　a　large　automatic　hand　gun。　The　man　with　no　memory　tensed　in　his　chair；　Washburn　was　aware　of　the　reaction。　'I've　never　used　this；　not　sure　I'd　know　how　to；　but　I　do　live　on　the　waterfront。'　He　smiled；　then　suddenly；　without　warning；　threw　it　to　the　man。　The　weapon　was　caught　in　midair；　the　catch　clean；　swift；　and　confident　'Break　it　down；　I　believe　that's　the　phrase。'
　'What？'
　'Break　it　down。　Now。'
　The　man　looked　at　the　gun；　and　then；　in　silence；　his　hands　and　fingers　moved　expertly　over　the　weapon。　In　less　than　thirty　seconds　it　was　pletely　dismantled。　He　looked　up　at　the　doctor。
　'See　what　I　mean？'　said　Washburn。　'Among　your　skills　is　an　extraordinary　knowledge　of　firearms。'
　'Army？。。。'　asked　the　man；　his　voice　intense；　once　more　apprehensive。
　'Extremely　unlikely；'　replied　the　doctor。　'When　you　first　came　out　of　a；　I　mentioned　your　dental　work。　I　assure　you　it's　not　military。　And；　of　course；　the　surgery；　I'd　say；　would　totally　rule　out　any　military　association。'　'Then　what？'
　'Let's　not　dwell　on　it　now；　let's　go　back　to　what　happened。　We　were　dealing　with　the　mind；　remember？　The　psychological　stress；　the　hysteria。　Not　the　physical　brain　but　the　mental　pressures。　Am　I　being　clear？'　'Goon。'
　'As　the　shock　recedes；　so　do　the　pressures；　until　there's　no　fundamental　need　to　protect　the　psyche。　As　this　process　takes　place　your　skills　and　talents…will　e　back　to　you。　You'll　remember　certain　behaviour　patterns；　you　may　live　them　out　quite　naturally；　your　surface　reactions　instinctive。　But　there's　a　gap　and　everything　in　those　pages　tell　me　that　it's　irreversible。'　Washburn　stopped　and　went　back　to　his　chair　and　his　glass。　He　sat　down　and　drank；　closing　his　eyes　in　weariness。　'Go　on；'　whispered　the　man。
　The　doctor　opened　his　eyes；　levelling　them　at　his　patient。　'We　return　to　the　head；　which　we've　labelled　the　brain。　The　physical　brain　with　its　millions　upon　millions　of　cells　and　interacting　ponents。　You've　read　the　books；　the　fornix　and　the　limbic　system；　the　hippocampus　fibres　and　the　thalamus；　the　callosum　and　especially　the　lobotomic　surgical　techniques。　The　slightest　alteration　can　cause　dramatic　changes。　That's　what　happened　to　you。　The　damage　was　physical。　It's　as　though　blocks　were　rearranged；　the　physical　structure　no　longer　what　it　was。'　Again　Washburn　stopped。
　'And；'　pressed　the　man。
　'The　recessed　psychological　pressures　will　allow　…　are　allowing　…　your　skills　and　talents　to　e　back　to　you。　But　I　don't　think　you'll　ever　be　able　to　relate　them　to　anything　in　your　past。'
　'Why？　Why　not？'
　'Because　the　physical　conduits　that　permit　and　transmit　those　memories　have　been　altered。　Physically　rearranged　to　the　point　where　they　no　longer　function　as　they　once　did。　For　all　intents　and　purposes；　they've　been　destroyed。'
　The　man　sat　motionless。　'The　answer's　in　Zurich；'　he　said。
　'Not　yet。　You're　not　ready；　you're　not　strong　enough。'
　'I　will　be。'
　'Yes；　you　will。'
　The　weeks　passed；　the　verbal　exercises　continued　as　the　pages　grew　and　the　man's　strength　returned。　It　was　mid…morning　of　the　nineteenth　week；　the　day　bright；　the　Mediterranean　calm　and　glistening。　As　was　the　man's　habit　he　had　run　for　the　past　hour　along　the　waterfront　and　up　into　the　hills；　he　had　stretched　the　distance　to　something　over　twelve　miles　daily；　the　pace　increasing　daily；　the　rests　less　frequent。　He　sat　in　the　chair　by　the　bedroom　window；　breathing　heavily；　sweat　drenching　his　undershirt。　He　had　e　in　through　the　back　door；　entering　the　bedroom　from　the　dark　hallway　that　passed　the　living…room。　It　was　simply　easier；　the　living…room　served　as　Washburn's　waiting　area　and　there　were　still　a　few　patients　with　cuts　and　gashes　to　be　repaired。　They　were　sitting　in　chairs　looking　frightened；　wondering　what　le　medecin's　condition　would　be　that　morning。　Actually；　it　wasn't　bad。　Geoffrey　Washburn　still　drank　like　a　mad　Cossack；　but　these　days　he　stayed　on　his　horse。　It　was　as　if　a　reserve　of　hope　had　been　found　in　the　recesses　of　his　own　destructive　fatalism。　And　the　man　with　no　memory　understood；　that　hope　was　tied　to　a　bank　in　Zurich's　Bahnhof…strasse。　Why　did　the　street　e　so　easily　to　mind？　The　bedroom　door　opened　and　the　doctor　burst　in；　grinning；　his　white　coat　stained　with　his　patient's　blood。
　'I　did　it　I'　he　said；　more　triumph　in　his　words　than　clarification。　'I　should　open　my　own　hiring　hall　and　live　on　missions。　It'd　be　steadier。'
　'What　are　you　talking　about？'
　'As　we　agreed；　it's　what　you　need。　You've　got　to　function　on　the　outside；　and　as　of　two　minutes　ago　Monsieur　Jean…Pierre　No…Name　is　gainfully　employed！　At　least　for　a　week。'
　'How　did　you　do　that？　I　thought　there　weren't　any　openings。'　'What　was　about　to　be　opened　was　Claude　Lamouche's　infected　leg。　I　explained　that　my　supply　of　local　anaesthetic　was　very；　very　limited。　We　negotiated；　you　were　the　bartered　coin。'
　'A　week？'
　'If　you're　any　good；　he　may　keep　you　on。'　Washburn　paused。　'Although　that's　not　terribly　important；　is　it？'
　'I'm　not　sure　any　of　this　is。　A　month　ago；　maybe；　but　not　now。　I　told　you。　I'm　ready　to　leave。　I'd　think　you'd　want　me　to。　I　have　an　appointment　in　Zurich。'
　'And　I'd　prefer　you　function　the　very　best　you　can　at　that　appointment　My　interests　are　extremely　selfish；　no　remissions　permitted。'
　'I'm　ready。'
　'On　the　surface；　yes。　But　take　my　word　for　it；　it's　vital　that　you　spend　prolonged　periods　of　time　on　the　water；　some　of　it　at　night。　Not　under　controlled　conditions；　not　as　a　passenger；　but　subjected　to　reasonably　harsh　conditions　…　the　harsher　the　better；　in　fact。'
　'Another　test？'
　'Every　single　one　I　can　devise　in　this　primitive　hole　of　Port　Noir。　If　I　could　conjure　up　a　storm　and　a　minor　shipwreck　for　you；　I　would。　On　the　other　hand；　Lamouche　is　something　of　a　storm　himself；　he's　a　difficult　man。　The　swelling　in　his　leg　will　go　down　and　he'll　resent　you。　So　will　others；　you'll　have　to　replace　someone。'
　Thanks　a　lot'
　'Don't　mention　it　We're　bining　two　stresses。　At　least　one　or　two　nights　on　the　water；　if　Lamouche　keeps　to　schedule　…that's　the　hostile　environment　which　contributed　to　your　hysteria　…　and　exposure　to　resentment　and　suspicion　from　men　around　you　…　symbolic　of　the　initial　stress　situation。'
　Thanks　again　Suppose　they　decide　to　throw　me　overboard？　That'd　be　your　ultimate　test；　I　suppose；　but　I　don't　know　how　much　good　it　would　do　if　I　drowned。'
　'Oh；　there'll　be　nothing　like　that；'　said　Washburn；　scoffing。
　'I'm　glad　you're　so　confident。　I　wish　I　were。'
　'You　can　be。　You　have　the　protection　of　my　absence。　I　may　not　be　Barnard　or　DeBakey；　but　I'm　all　these　people　have。　They　need　me；　they　won't　risk　losing　me。'
　'But　you　want　to　leave。　I'm　your　passport　out！'
　'In　ways　unfathomable；　my　dear　patient。　e　on；　now。　Lamouche　wants　you　down　at　the　dock　so　you　can　familiarize　yourself　with　his　equipment。　You'll　be　setting　out　at　four　o'clock　tomorrow　morning。　Consider　how　beneficial　a　week　at　sea　will　be。　Think　of　it　as　a　cruise。'
　There　had　never　been　a　cruise　like　it。　The　skipper　of　the　filthy；　oil…soaked　fishing　boat　was　a　foul…mouthed　rendering　of　an　insignificant　Captain　Bligh；　the　crew　a　quartet　of　misfits　who　were　undoubtedly　the　only　men　on　Port　Noir　willing　to　put　up　with　Claude　Lamouche。　The　regular　fifth　member　was　a　brother　of　the　chief　netman；　a　fact　impressed　on　the　man　called　Jean…Pierre　within　minutes　after　leaving　the　harbour　at　four　o'clock　in　the　morning。
　'You　take　food　from　my　brother's　table！'　whispered　the　netman　angrily　between　rapid　puffs　on　an　immobile　cigarette。　'From　the　stomachs　of　his　children。'
　'It's　only　for　a　week；'　protested　Jean…Pierre。　It　would　have　been　easier　…　far　easier　…　to　offer　to　rei