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I pointed out to Puthoff that the life-expectancy of a test subject was about three months at best. Even Hubert Pearce, J. B. Rhine’s most successful subject during 1932 and who helped put ESP on the map, was cast into oblivion after three months had passed. I also pointed out that if a scientist failed, he or she could count on going on to other work. But when a test-subject failed, the failure was final and terminal. Besides, there was no money anywhere. During the eleven months I’d spent in lab work, I could have written one novel and painted six paintings. And those kinds of MY products at least had some small career-making chance. For me, then, what were the career opportunities in a hellhole where test subjects were nothing more than expendable guinea pigs? And, Oh, Yes, I asked, when would my airfare to SRI be reimbursed? I needed to repay Zelda. Soon, Puthoff replied. Additionally, in general Psi stuff was far and wide so encumbered with superficial garbage and sociological competitiveness that no one could put their finger on anything fundamental. Finally, no one was interested in what a mere subject had to say about things. As I had found out, they were supposed to produce results, but otherwise keep their mouths shut, keep their knowledge and observations to themselves. I had no intention of being such a creature. Puthoff listened thoughtfully, and then said something like: "But I am interested." So I said something along the lines that follow.