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piece of grey matter I cut out of his head gave him the ability to
see in a fashion not possible to normal sense organs and not
accounted for by orthodox medical theory, aren’t you?”

“I’m not trying to make you admit anything. I’m trying to find out
something.”


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“Well, since you put it that way, I would say if we stipulate that all
your primary data were obtained with care under properly
controlled conditions—“

“They were.”

“—and that you have exercised even greater care in obtaining your
negative secondary data—“

“I have. Damn it, I tried for three weeks under all conceivable
conditions.”

“Then we have the inescapable conclusions, first—“ He ticked
them off on his fingers. “—that this subject could see without the
intervention of physical sense organs; and second, that this
unusual, to put it mildly, ability was in some way related to a
portion of his cerebrum in the dexter lobe.”

“Bravo!” This was Joan’s contribution. “Thanks, Ben,”
acknowledged Phil. “I had reached the same conclusions, of
course, but it’s very encouraging to have someone else agree with
me. ‘ “Well, now that you are there, where are you?” “I don’t know
exactly. Let me put it this way; I got into psychology for the same
reason a person joins a church—because he feels an
overpowering need to understand himself and the world around
him. When I was a young student, I thought modern psychology
could tell me the answers, but I soon found out that the best
psychologists didn’t know a damn thing about the real core of the
matter. Oh, I am not disparaging the work that has been done; it
was badly needed and has been very useful in its way. None of
‘em know what life is, what thought is, whether free will is a reality
or an illusion, or whether that last question means anything. The
best of ‘em admit their ignorance; the worst of them make
dogmatic assertions that are obvious absurdities—for example
some of the mechanistic behaviorists that think just because
Pavlov could condition a dog to drool at the sound of a bell that,
therefore, they knew all about how Paderewski made music!”

Joan, who had been lying quietly in the shade of the big liveoaks
and listening, spoke up. “Ben, you are a brain surgeon, aren’t
you?”