EXCERPT: "The nurse will take you to bathe," Fostick said. "I will leave you with something to think about." "What else could you possibly have to say?" she demanded. "Everything you know, everything you think you have learned about this . . . illness you have, is incorrect. You know this because you have not been successful in treating it. You have gone from physician to physician, therapist to therapist, have read a great deal, pondered a great deal, and still you are afflicted." "I have learned-" "Nothing," said Fostick. "You have learned nothing of value to you in this situation. You must abandon what you think you know and you must let me treat you. I have treated many women successfully and can cure you if you make your mind an empty page. If you fail here, it will be because you, who have had no medical training and no experience in analyzing the human mind, will decide you know more than I do. You must let go of yourself, of everything you think you know, and obey me as if you were a marionette. That is your sole task here." "That is absolutely the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" "You are unqualified to treat your own condition," said Fostick as he handed his clipboard to his nurse. "I am very well qualified to treat your condition. Think it over."