"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 unravelled strand behave disproportionately. You don't want that. You want to take stock of yourself as a whole--find out where you stand.
"But the Fuel Commission?"
"Is it sitting now?"
"Adjourned till after Whitsuntide. But there's heaps of work to be done.
"Still," he added, "this is my one chance of any treatment."
The doctor made a little calculation. "Three weeks.... It's scarcely time enough to begin."
"You're certain that no regimen of carefully planned and chosen tonics--"
"Dismiss the idea. Dismiss it." He decided to take a plunge. "I've just been thinking of a little holiday for myself. But I'd like to see you through this. And if I am to see you through,chanel bags cheap, there ought to be some sort of beginning now. In this three weeks. Suppose...."
Sir Richmond leapt to his thought. "I'm free to go anywhere,jordan 11."
"Golf would drive a man of your composition mad?"
"It would."
"That's that. Still--,cheap moncler jackets. The country must be getting beautiful again now,--after all the rain we have had. I have a little two-seater. I don't know.... The repair people promise to release it before Friday."
"But _I_ have a choice of two very comfortable little cars. Why not be my guest?"
"That might be more convenient."
"I'd prefer my own car."
"Then what do you say?"
"I agree. Peripatetic treatment."
"South and west. We could talk on the road. In the evenings. By the wayside. We might make the beginnings of a treatment. ... A simple tour. Nothing elaborate. You wouldn't bring a man?"
"I always drive myself."
Section 3
"There's something very pleasant," said the doctor, envisaging his own rash proposal, "in travelling along roads you don't know and seeing houses and parks and villages and towns for which you do not feel in the slightest degree responsible. They hide all their troubles from the road. Their backyards are tucked away out of sight, they show a brave face,moncler mens jackets; there's none of the nasty self-betrayals of the railway approach. And everything will be fresh still. There will still be a lot of apple-blossom--and bluebells.... And all the while we can be getting on with your affair."
He was back at the window now. "I want the holiday myself," he said.
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