And then I heard my answers—childish, impossible things.
And I dropped limply into the chair beside Professor Nemur's desk. "Was that really me?"
I went back to the lab with Burt, and we went on with the Rorschach.
We went through the cards slowly. This time my responses were different.
I "saw" things in the inkblots. A pair of bats tugging at each other.
Two men fencing with swords. I imagined all sorts of things.
But even so, I found myself not trusting Burt completely any more.
I kept turning the cards around, checking the backs to see if there was anything there I was supposed to catch.
I peeked, while he was making his notes. But it was all in code that looked like this: WF + A DdF-Ad orig. WF—A SF + obj
The test still doesn't make sense. It seems to me that anyone could make up lies about things he didn't really see.
How could they know I wasn't making fools of them by saying things I didn't really imagine?
Maybe I'll understand it when Dr. Strauss lets me read up on psychology.
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