Outside, in the corridor, Bruno tried hard to repress his exultation. Parsons blinked at him, scowling.
“Can you tell anything yet?”
Bruno checked himself. “No. It’s too soon. But—”
“The manic-depressive phase is passed,” Morrissey put in. “He seems rational. And he hasn’t been for three years.”
“Those damper bars—” Bruno smiled. “Well, we’ll have to wait and see. We can’t write up a report yet. He’s certainly oriented. We’ll give him a chance to rest. More tests later. I don’t want to jump the gun.”
But with Barbara he let himself be more enthusiastic.
“We’ve done it, Barbara! Found a specific for insanity.”
She leaned across the table to pour coffee.
“I thought there were so many types of psychosis that the treatment varied considerably.”
“Well, that’s true, but we’ve never got to the real basis of the trouble before. You can cure a cold by rest therapy, force fluids and aspirin, but cold vaccine gets directly to the root of the trouble. Some types of insanity have been thought incurable, but tetanus was incurable till we got a vaccine for it. The empathy surrogate therapy is the lowest common denominator. It works on the electronic structure of the mind, and unless there’s physical deterioration, as in advanced paresis, our treatment should work beautifully.”