parts of a severed insect. Blank stupidity blurs and softens his face: “Yes,” he nods and smiles, “we like apple pie and we like each other. It’s just as simple as that.” He nods and smiles and nods and smiles and-
“Cut! . . .” screams the Technician. The cured homosexual is led out nodding and smiling.
“Play it back.”
The Artistic Adviser shakes his head: “It lacks something. To be specific, it lacks health.”
Berger (leaps to his feet): “Preposterous! It’s health incarnate! . .
Artistic Adviser (primly): “Well if you have anything to enlighten me on this subject I’ll be very glad to hear it, Doctor Berger. . . . If you with vour brilliant
mind can carry the project alone, I don’t know whv you need an Art Adviser at a ll” He exits with hand on hip singing softly: “I’ll be around when you’re gone.”
T echnician: “Send in the cured writer. . . . He’s got what? Buddhism? . . . Oh, he can’t talk. Say so at first, whyncha?” He turns to Berger: “The writer can’t talk. . . . Overliberated, you might say. Of course we can dub him .. .
Berger ( sharply): “No, that wouldn’t do at all. . . . Send in someone else.”
Technician: “Those two was my white-haired boys. I put in a hundred hours overtime on those kids for which I am not vet compensate. . . . ”
Berger: “Apply triplicate. . . . Form 6090.”
Technician: “You telling me how to apply already?
Now look, Doc, you say something once. ‘To speak of a healthy homosexual it’s like how can a citzen be perfectly healthy with terminal cirrhosis.’ Remember?
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