"No, and one can't always keep an abused nervous system from going to
pieces either. Did you ever stop to think of that?"
"But you'll look after the nervous system," she replied ingenuously.
"Now that's where a lot of you make the mistake. I can't do anything at
all without the cooperation of common-sense."
"Well I'm intending to be real good from this on," she laughed. "But it
is so important that I know everything!"
He laughed then too. "A very destructive notion."
"Tell me," he said, when he had settled himself in his chair in the
particular way of settling himself when he intended having a talk with
her, "have you been rewarded in all this by any pleasure in it
whatsoever? I don't mean," he made clear, anticipating her, "just the
pleasure of doing something for Karl. But has your work given you any
enthusiasm for the thing in itself?"
"Doctor--it has. And that was something I was afraid of. But you should
have heard me talking to Mr. Ross the other day when he made one of his
patronising remarks about mere science.
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