Man Facing Southeast Page #6

Perhaps this time they decided

to change their tactics.

My God! Rantes was probably right

in saying that psychiatrists lean back

to avoid being infected.

In his case, I had committed

the indiscretion of not doing it.

Sometimes a perfumed breeze

comes through a window.

Does it call up some old memories?

I don't have memories that can be

activated that way...

but if I had them, certain smells,

certain perfumes would harm me.

We have lost many agents that way.

- How's that?

- Agents... like me.

They feel things they are not

programmed for

and separate themselves

from the beam.

They have deserted, why?

For things that you

would consider stupid.

Perfume coming through a window,

for example,

a woman's fragrance,

a catchy saxophone melody.

- A saxophone? Did you know I play

the saxophone? - No.

But, please, Doctor, don't take me

literally.

Don't show up with a saxophone

to try to destroy me.

I don't understand something.

You talk about sensations...

sensations that seriously upset

the people of your planet.

Combinations are produced which make

our computerized memory

begins to malfunction.

We still do not know why.

That's why I asked to work in Pathology.

To investigate.

Why don't you stop bullshitting?

I will help you, I really will.

I know that you're afraid to see

yourself as merely a man,

as a sick man, but don't worry,

I will not abandon you.

But you have to help me.

You're a great guy, Rantes.

It's a pity.

You're a great guy, too,

but you're not happy.

You know it, and it doesn't bother you.

Human beings resign themselves

to so many destructive things.

They do nothing to change things.

Is it stupidity or are you paying

for your sins?

Home again.

Rantes, it's still early.

How about some coffee?

Why should I be cured?

Can you give me a serious reason

we can discuss here?

Rantes, if you're not a lunatic,

I would concede that

you are an extraterrestrial.

That would mean that I'm a lunatic.

Nature allows only for

very slow change

accepting a change of species

before a change of conscience.

I'm more rational than you.

I respond rationally to stimulus.

If someone suffers, I console him.

If someone needs my help, I give it.

Why do you think I'm crazy?

If someone looks at me, I respond.

If someone talks, I listen.

You have slowly gone crazy

by ignoring those stimuli,

simply for having ignored them.

Someone dies. You let him die.

Someone asks for help.

You look the other way.

Someone is hungry. You squander

what you have.

Someone is dying of sorrow.

You lock him up so as

not to see him.

One who systematically

adopts this conduct,

who walks among the victims,

ignoring them,

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