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Show 204 Castle and didn't mind telling me. I didn't mind listening either, the unfriendly shmucks. According to Norman everyone in the place except himself was fouled up, and he should know, he'd been working on his Ph.D. in clinical psych for twelve years. For his thesis he was collecting data on the Rorschach test and he gave the test to everyone he met. I suppose that's why he got friendly with me. I would have wished that both he and Cappy had been interested in me and not just in my body or my psyche, but on the other hand I hoped that with the test he could solve my problems through the magical insights of psychology and so I went to his room, by appointment, and he pulled out his bundle of cards and began flashing them. "Just tell me what you see. And don't say an ink blot. That's definitely not funny. It's dumb." "Well, ummm. That one looks like a guy with a-not exactly of course, but "Yes, yes, it doesn't have to be exact." "Well, like some guy with a hard on." "Ah-ha_! Next one?" "Somebody's back." "Their what?" "Rear end." "Ah-ha_! Next one?" "Ummm, sort of like a naked woman." "Ah-ha_! Next one?" "I thought the tester wasn't supposed to comment." "Who's commenting? I'm just remarking. Now, this next one "A butterfly." "Hummm. Next one?" ?" |