My Library

"I quit," I shouted, "as of this moment. I will go somewhere else to work." Then Dr. Osis managed to say the one thing which managed to break this camel's back. I don't know how he managed to say this one thing. I remember it verbatim. "Eeengo," he smiled. "Ver vould ju go? Zer is no place else for ju to go." "Vell," I said, rudely mimicking his accent (to my eternal regret), "Ve'll jus see about that!" and stormed out of his office with my fists clenched wanting to break holes in the wall. I briefed Janet, and then left the ASPR. I got to the stairs of the subway and once again sat down on the same spot where I had my transcendental experience the October before. I calmed down a little, and smoked a package of cigars, astonished at the vigor of the adrenaline arousal of a complete hatred -- not for Osis or the ASPR, but for the parapsychology establishment in general. I remembered Dr. Kinzel's advice to get some other more conventional place to test the PK stuff. I stood up. There was now only one option open to me. If I didn't try for it, then my shortlived career would be not only mud, but sewage. For reasons I can't explain, I've always had a peculiar kind of philosophical overview. It is this.