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1 Unterderseaboat Doktor The incredible event occurred during my third visit to Gustav Von Seyfertitz, my foreign psychoanalyst. I should have guessed at the strange explosion before it came. After all, my alienist, truly alien, had the coincidental name, Von Seyfertitz, of the tall, lean, aquiline, menacing, and therefore beautiful actor who played the high priest in the 1935 film She. In She, the wondrous villain waved his skeleton fingers, hurled insults, summoned sulfured flames, destroyed slaves, and knocked the world into earthquakes. After that, At Liberty, he could be seen riding the Hollywood Boulevard trolley cars as calm as a mummy, as quiet as an unwired telephone pole. Where was I? Ah, yes! It was my third visit to my psychiatrist. He h~ called that day and cried, Douglas, you stupid goddamn son of a bitch, its time for beddy-bye! 2 Ray Bradbury Beddy-bye was, of course, his couch of pain and humiliation where I lay writhing in agonies of assumed Jewish guilt and Northern Baptist stress as he from time to time muttered, A fruitcake remark! or Dumb! or If you ever do that again, Ill kill you! As you can see, Gustav Von Seyfertitz was a most unusual mine specialist. Mine? Yes. Our problems are land mines in our heads. Step on them! Shock-troop therapy, he once called it, searching for words. Blitzkrieg? I offered. Ja! He grinned his shark grin. Thats it! Again, this was my third visit to his strange, metallic-looking room with a most odd series of locks on a roundish door. Suddenly, as I was maundering and treading dark waters, I heard his spine stiffen behind me. He gasped a great death rattle, sucked air, and blew it out in a yell that curled and bleached my hair: Dive! Dive! I dove. Thinking that the room might be struck by a titanic iceberg, I fell, to scuttle beneath the lion-claw-footed couch. Dive! cried the old man. Dive? I whispered, and looked up. To see a submarine periscope, all polished brass, slide up to vanish in the ceiling. Gustav Von