"Edmond Hamilton - Captain Future 24 - Pardon My Nerves" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Edmond)

But it wasn't bodily sickness that
worried me. My problem was a
psychological one.
I've always had a delicate, sensitive kind
of mind. I guess it's because my metal
brain is just too brilliant. And lately I'd
been worrying a little about it.
It began when I happened to see a
televisor-play about a man losing his mind.
It showed how he neglected his complexes
until finally he went crazy.
"This could happen to you !" the
announcer had said. "Tune in next week
for another thrilling psychological drama,
presented by the Sunshine Company on
their Happiness Hour !"
His words struck me. "This could
happen to you !" I began to think. I had had
a feeling of depression lately--I was sure
of it. Probably I had complexes from
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overworking my brain too much. The more
I thought about it the more I felt I'd better
see a specialist before I ended up the same
way.
I had already looked up the address of
an eminent psychoanalyst and I got off at
the right station and walked to his office.
New York was used to strangers--
Martians, Venusians and what-not from all
the planets. But they turned to look at me.
I paid no attention to their staring but
strode majestically on.
In Doctor Perker's office there was a
pretty girl receptionist and a half-dozen
people sitting waiting.
The receptionist didn't at first look up
from her writing as she asked, "Do you
wish to--"
She looked up, then, and her jaw fell
and she gulped. I had forgotten that to
anyone unused to me the sudden entrance
of a colossal metal man would be a little
upsetting.
I turned my photo-electric eyes
reassuringly upon her and told her, "Yes, I
want to see Doctor Perker as soon as I can.
My name is Grag."
She shrank away a little. "Do you mind
repeating the name ?"