some sudden crisis for example. When we shall know enough to know just how far to go with this, that or the other stuff. And how to wash out its after effects.... I quite agree with you,—in principle.... But that time hasn’t come yet.... Decades of research yet.... If we tried that sort of thing now, we should be like children playing with poisons and explosives.... It’s out of the question.”
“I’ve been taking a few little things already. Easton Syrup for example.”
“Strychnine. It carries you for a time and drops you by the way. Has it done you any good—any nett good? It has—I can see—broken your sleep.”
The doctor turned round again to his patient and looked up into his troubled face.
“Given physiological trouble I don’t mind resorting to a drug. Given structural injury I don’t mind surgery. But except for any little mischief your amateur drugging may have done you do not seem to me to be either sick or injured. You’ve no trouble either of structure or material. You are—worried—ill in your mind, and otherwise perfectly sound. It’s the current of your thoughts, fermenting. If the trouble is in the mental sphere, why go out of the mental sphere for a treatment? Talk and thought; these are your remedies. Cool deliberate thought. You’re unravelled. You say it yourself. Drugs will only make this or that un-
