Mad to Be Normal Page #2

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Oh, he's the first and

only time I've met him

was at your lecture.

My PHD is on gestalt therapy

and that kind of thing.

And I've just, I've read

so much about your work

and your books.

But not actually

read any of 'em?

Well, I've

been meaning to, I just...

Well at least you were

impressed, amazed at my lecture.

You're not taking me

very seriously are you?

We won't be eating.

- Here.

Here, here?

Aye, this is home.

I thought you

just worked here.

Well, that too.

A little girl of 17

in a mental hospital

told me she was terrified

because the atom bomb

was inside her.

That is a delusion.

The statesmen of the world

who boast and threaten

that they have doomsday

weapons are far more dangerous

and far more estranged from

reality than many of the people

on whom they label

psychotic is affixed.

Not wrong though am I?

Normal f***ing man

has killed 100 million

of his fellow normal man

in the last 50 years.

Whatever happened to her?

Long time ago.

I don't know, she

might still be there.

Couldn't she come here?

I mean, maybe she could

get some help here?

Hang around, you'll find out.

Oh I bet you say

that to all the girls.

Aye, I do.

Sorry, I'm already late.

Patient?

No, my kids are

down from Glasgow.

Children?

I didn't, I didn't

realize you were married.

You didn't ask.

So your wife...

If it makes you feel any

better we're gettin' divorced.

No, doesn't.

What, you'd rather sleep

with a happily married man?

Please don't twist my words.

So, why are you

getting divorced?

Because we don't

love each other

or even like each other anymore.

And the children?

Do you, do you not love

or even like them anymore?

I love my children.

If you loved them you'd stay.

What the f*** do you know?

I've read about the effects

of divorce on children.

Well then you'll

know that growing up

in a so-called f***ing happy

family can destroy some people.

I've seen what families

do to each other

and I'm not puttin' my

children through that.

A coward walks away.

No, a brave man walks away.

I'm sorry.

[moving to soft guitar

and drums music]

No!

Mrs. Holding, I, I

know it looks dreadful,

but let me assure you.

You can't even

tell me how it works.

No.

No, you're right, I can't.

That's because we don't

know exactly why it works.

But believe me, it does work.

And it will work for John,

if he's allowed to stay.

Well, think of it a little

like mending a broken

radio by giving it

a firm slap on the hand.

But Johns not a radio.

He's my son.

It hurts him, and

he isn't better.

What are you thinking?

A visit to

a mental institution,

book signing, you

know, that kinda thing.

What a week, two weeks, what?

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