Professor. Yes, I did.
Doctor. Fatal thing to do, Professor. Of course in that way you encouraged the—the phantasy.
Professor. Ah, but it was not I who spoke first—At least I was only talking to myself. And suddenly it said—“Six, six, six, six, six,”—just like that!
Doctor. Was that in answer to anything?
Professor. Well, in a sort of way, yes—I had just said to myself: “Now, how many cups of green tea did I have this morning?”—And then it made the remark.
Doctor. And six was the number?
Professor. There, or thereabouts.
Doctor. Very well, Professor. Now, better not think any more about it. I’ll make you up a prescription. And you had better quite knock off that green tea for a little while.
Professor. But that’s not all, Doctor.
Doctor. Do you think you need tell me any more?