"Rog Phillips - The Yelllow Pill" - читать интересную книгу автора (Phillips Rog)

Try to get below this level of rationalization that walls you off from reality. Once you make a dent in it, the
whole delusion will vanish." He looked up at the officers. "All right, take him away. Bring him back the
same time tomorrow."

The officers urged Jerry to his feet. Jerry looked down at Cedric, a gentle expression on his face. "I'll try
to do that, Gar," he said. "And I hope you do the same thing. I'm much encouraged. Several times I
detected genuine doubt in your eyes. AndтАФ" Two of the officers pushed him firmly toward the door. As
they opened it, Jerry turned his head and looked back. "Take one of those yellow pills in the medicine
locker, Gar," he pleaded. "It can't hurt you."



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At a little before five-thirty, Cedric tactfully eased his last patient all the way across the reception room
and out, then locked the door and leaned his back against it.

"Today was rough," he sighed.

Helena glanced up at him briefly, then continued typing. "I only have a little more on this last transcript,"
she said.

A minute later she pulled the paper from the typewriter and placed it on the neat stack beside her.

"I'll sort and file them in the morning," she said. "It was rough, wasn't it, Doctor? That Gerald Bocek is
the most unusual patient you've had since I've worked for you. And poor Mr. Potts. A brilliant executive,
making half a million a year, and he's going to have to give it up. He seems so normal."

"He is normal," Cedric said. "People with above normal blood pressure often have very minor cerebral
hemorrhages, so small that the affected area is no larger than the head of a pin. All that happens is that
they completely forget things that they knew. They can relearn them, but a man whose judgment must
always be perfect can't afford to take the chance. He's already made one error in judgment that cost his
company a million and a half. That's why I consented to take him on as aтАФGerald Bocek really upset
me, Helena. I consent to take a five hundred thousand dollar a year executive as a patient."

"He was frightening, wasn't he?" Helena said. "I don't mean so much because he's a mass murderer
asтАФ"

"I know. I know," Cedric said. "Let's prove him wrong. Have dinner with me."

"We agreedтАФ"

"Let's break the agreement this once."

Helena shook her head firmly. "Especially not now," she said. "Besides, it wouldn't prove anything. He's
got you boxed in on that point. If I went to dinner with you, it would only show that a wish fulfillment
entered your dream world."

"Ouch," Cedric said, wincing. "That's a dirty word. I wonder how he knew about the yellow pills? I can't