"Well, Nemur wants a Rorschach check." "To see what's happening down deep? What does he expect to find?"
I must have looked upset, because he started to back off.
"We don't have to. You're here voluntarily. If you don't want to—"
"That's all right. Go ahead. Deal out the cards. But don't tell me what you find out."
He didn't have to. I knew enough about the Rorschach to know that it wasn't what you saw in the cards that counted, but how you reacted to them.
As wholes, or parts, with movement or just motionless figures, with special attention to the color spots or ignoring them,
with lots of ideas or just a few stereotyped responses.
"It's not valid," I said. "I know what you're looking for."
"I know the kind of responses I'm supposed to have, to create a certain picture of what my mind is like. All I've got to do is..."
He looked up at me, waiting. "All I've got to do is..."
But then it hit me like a fist against the side of my head that I didn't remember what I had to do.
It was as if I had been looking at the whole thing clearly on the blackboard of my mind,
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