However, this realization made me feel even better. Here at last was something understandable-the
tangibility for which I had been groping; something that had in it nothing of sorcery-nor of dark power;
something entirely in the realm of my own science. I had done the same thing to patients, many times,
bringing their minds back to normality by these same post-hypnotic suggestions.
Also, there was a way by which I could wash my own mind clean of the doll-maker's suggestions, if I
chose. Should I do this? Stubbornly, I decided I would not. It would be an admission that I was afraid of
Madame Mandilip. I hated her, yes-but I did not fear her. Knowing now her technique, it would be folly
not to observe its results with myself as the laboratory experiment. I told myself that I had run the gamut
of those suggestions-that whatever else it had been her intention to implant within my mind had been
held back by my unexpected awakening-