Yes, Dr. Edwardes.
What? Yes, Anthony Edwardes.
Who? Sorry,
I don't get your name.

Norma Cramer?
Please, Miss Cramer, I'm very
busy and I don't know you.

Some girl, claiming to be...
I hate practical jokes, don't you?
"People calling up
and chirping, ""Guess who I am?"""

Sounds like an ex-patient.
They're always full of coy tricks.

Very likely.
Come on, let's go.

We'll look at some sane trees, normal
grass and clouds without complexes.

I think the greatest harm done to
the human race was done by poets.

Poets are dull, most of them,
but not especially fiendish.

They keep filling peoples's heads
with delusions about love...

writing as if it were a symphony
orchestra, or a flight of angels.

-Which it isn't?
-Of course not...

People fall in love because they
respond to certain hair colouring...

or mannerisms that
remind them of their parents.

-Or sometimes for no reason at all.
-But the point is that...

people read about love as one
thing and experience it as another.

Or they expect kisses to be
like lyrical poems...

embraces to be like
Shakesperian drama.

Then when they find out differently,
they get sick and need analysis?

Yes, very often.
Professor, you're suffering
from mogo on the gogo.

I beg your pardon?
-You can't get through there.
-Of course I can...

I've been through here
many times.

-Not at all.

-I'm all right.

-I usually come here alone.
-That doesn't sound like fun.

I haven't done it for fun.
Isn't this beautiful?