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Olympian Nights

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 2717    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

apius

he pain in my side became poignant an

or anywhere on the way

own a trifle. "We gotter go rig

asked-the name

nd, who seemed rather jealous that I had ta

their drift. "Dr. ?sculapius. Is

d both boys.

e a moment," said I. "I'

r to the right of the corridor before which th

APIUS

Hours:

sda

door and was pr

see the doc

ldn't quite place her, but she seemed rather

s fiercely as I could, consid

seen on Tuesdays," said

I cried. "Very

would not have come. But you are not so sick that you can't wait until to-morrow, or if you

ly. "It may do very well for immortals, bu

r underwent an i

"I did not know you were a mortal. I presumed you

I wanted to thank the pretty maid for taking me for an immortal. There wa

. "She is new to the business and doesn't know a god from a hole in the

o learn who the entrancing person at the d

too much reliance upon what their patients tell them. I have devised a new system. Believe nothing the patient says. See? If a man tells me he has a headache, I send him to a chiropodist. If his ankle pai

es are based on what, docto

methods below. A sick man is the last man in the universe to describe his symptoms accurately. The mere fact that he is ill distor

ient dies?"

t near the window where there was a strong light. I went, and ?sculapius, taking a pair of ey

the window," said

I shrank back in horror, for I saw so much real s

ye," said ?sculapius, an amuse

upon his glasses and was a

s-straight-don't be afraid-there! That's it. These glasses won't h

though, in so doing, I seemed to be turn

. "Rather serious. You thi

I?" I

e you?" he asked. "What

art growing faint at the very t

as a matter of fact, the thoughts your thoughtful nature has induc

in in my side-and I am not putting on

you sure it is in your side, or isn't

I, growing doubtf

t aches,

akening in favor of one in my chest. "It

d ?sculapius. "Isn't it rather higher up

Every particle of it throbbed with pain

"that the pain is rather in

n't ache at all?" s

tten my sid

" said I; a

end, about this throat trouble of yours. Do you

as the doctor mentioned it, a pang went through

matter of fact, the pain does

tooth than wisdom, generally. And not

rong enough for a political campaign in which

ed, with a laugh, and th

l he spoke, and a shudder went through me as a

torted, with

ic nerve," he said, calmly, still gazing into my soul. "I'l

ifest control over my symptoms. "There is nothing the matter with my eyes.

r, is the matter with you?" he ej

all," said

self on the sofa and

ly splendid! You are the best example of the value of my system I've had in a

de of mine, and lead me before a mirror-a cheval-gla

lf straight in t

trong enough to reach not only the mind itself, but further into the very depths of my subself-consciousness. On the surface, man thinks well of himself; this continues in m

r they seemed to burn into

turn your eyes away from the glass a moment and they

mirror and the tense condition of

right away, e

I adm

ily given up self-contemplation. Now lowe

t should look, but, as I looked down, I found that just as I could penetrate to the de

ter there, eh?"

I can se

g the matter with you anywhere else," he added, "you

he fact that all was well with me there, and that all my trouble had come fro

es are wonde

reat help," s

rmit your patients to

ally sick man see his condition. If they are ill, I can see at once what is the matter by means of these spectacles, and can, of course, prescribe. If

ested, turning my gaze upon an iron safe in the corner

with 'em on. I have lenses of the same kind in my window, and when you came up I looked a

ke these," I ventured, taking them off, fo

all my disciples, and in the best instances they can see through the average patient w

," said I, not realizing the

e cried. "Why sh

ered with

cannot help yourself. It is your imagination leads you astray. Half the t

prescribes,

mfort, not his," sai

te when it isn't necessar

true. Because if they didn't, t

never knew that the operation f

e, my friend, who have appendicitis on their minds than there

ell the truth, it has been a r

t you are a Christian Scientist. All troubles

pius f

just as a child may say things to his elders with impunity which merit extreme punishment. Christian Science is all right when you are truly

ortal, and I was embarrassed. "I did not mea

ye. Curb your imagination. Think about others. Don't worry about yourself without cause, and never send for a doctor unless you know there's something wrong. If I

't think I'll accept your offer, becaus

t I had received my con

utting my hand into the pocket of my gown,

ur health, he saves your life, and he is entitled to what your life is worth. If he does not restore your health-he has fai

he had said. In our own world we place a value upon the service of the man who carries us over the hard and the dar

en at times the health of my children, of my wife, of myself, in his hands and has seen us safely through to port. I have not yet been able to

s," I cried. "?sculap

scamp

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