 What is the significance of the restaurant's stained table cloth?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants leg to a short metallic strap that dragged on the floor. Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the very thick rubber soles. The people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. How can we really understand the people who come to us, if we hide on our side of the wall?" Do you know that what we are doing is really the most primitive medicine in the world? One cannibal walking another with sleeping sickness doesn't cure anything. "Now, Henry, it's no good to talk like that. Floating before him in memory was the vertical hoop and the horizontal hoop, both of shining steel-impervium alloy. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. The foetic gyro ball was worn day and night, for life. Or suppose he's walking down a railroad track and hears a train whistle—if he can hear anything over that verbal pablum gushing in his ear." But what about the severe case where we have to burn a three-dimensional smiling mother-image on the eyes of the patient with radiation? With that image over everything he sees and with that insidious voice drumming in his head night and day, do you mean to say that man's senses will only be impaired 23 per cent? The only cure we have for that is still a strait jacket, a padded cell or one of those inhuman lobotomies." Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. Many "Cures" were not readily apparent. A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. A clean-cut young man with mouse-colored hair was moving toward the stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web of impervium cables stuck secure to the walls and windows of buildings facing the street, the sidewalk, a mailbox, the lamp post and Infield. Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, "Uncouple it, Davies! Mouse-hair stood by tensely as the crowd disassembled. Mouse-hair drove a fast, hard right into the soft blue flesh of Davies' chin.
 Like the cure, it obscures up a symptom but fails to address the root problem
 Only the cured people are allowed to dine in fine restaurants, but 'fine' is a loose term  Table cloths, like cures, can easily be switched out and cleaned (repaired) in order to appear flawless  They represent the stain that cure development has made on social progress  Like the cure, it obscures up a symptom but fails to address the root problem