 How many comanalysis sessions can someone undergo in one day?
[p 135 ] By CHARLES V. DE VET monkey on his back Under the cloud of cast-off identities lay the shape of another man— was it himself? The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. It took him only a few seconds to push the case into the compartment, lock it and slide the key along the floor beneath the locker. But the fact that they had been expecting him meant that others would very probably be waiting outside. The day was hot, and the room had no air conditioning, still a rare luxury on St. Martin’s. The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet assumed abruptly the near transfluent consistency of a damp sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave and rolled gently toward the far wall. “When psychiatry was a less exact science,” his voice went on, seeming to come from a great distance, “a doctor had to spend weeks, sometimes months or years interviewing a patient. We are able now, with the help of the serum, to confine our discourses to matters cogent to the patient’s trouble.” The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. He should know all about the instrument, its purpose and workings, but he could not bring his thoughts into rational focus. Twice in one sitting is about all we ever try. Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his shirt clung damply to his body.
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