The Magus - John Fowles [222]
of the effects of wartime traumata on refugee children. I speak, of course, of Dr. Annette Kazanian of the Chicago Institute." I refused to be surprised, which was more than could be said of some of the "audience," who murmured and leant forward to look at "Maria." "Beyond Madame Conchis, you see Privatdocent Thorvald Jorgensen of Aalborg University." The "colonel" stood up briskly and bowed. "Beyond him you have Dr. Vanessa Maxwell." Lily looked briefly up at me, bespectacled, absolutely without expression. I flicked my eyes back to the old man; he looked at his colleagues. "I think that we all feel the success of the clinical side of our enterprise this summer is very largely due to Dr. Maxwell. Dr. Marcus had akeady told me what to expect when her most gifted pupil came to us at Idaho. But I should like to say that never have my expectations been so completely fulfilled. I am sometimes accused of putting too much stress on the role of women in our profession. Let me say that Dr. Maxwell, my charming young colleague Vanessa, confirms what I have always believed: that one day all our great practising, as opposed to our theoretical, psychiatrists will be of the sex of Eve." There was applause. Lily stared down at the table in front of her and then, when the clapping had died down, she glanced at the old man and murmured, "Thank you." He turned back to me. "The students you see are Austrian and Danish research students from Dr. Mayer's laboratory and from Aalborg. I think we all speak English?" Some said, yes. He smiled benignly at them and sipped a glass of water. "Well, so, Mr. Urfe, you will have guessed our secret by now. We are an international group of psychologists, which I have the honour, by reason of seniority simply"--two or three shook their heads in disagreement--"to lead. For various reasons the path of research in which we are all especially interested requires us to have subjects that are not volunteers, that are not even aware that they are subjects of an experiment. We are by no means united in our theories of behaviour, in our different schools, but we are united in considering the nature of the experiment is such that it is better that the subject should not, even at its conclusion, be informed of its purpose. Though I am sure that you will--when you can recollect in tranquillity--find yourself able to deduce at least part of our cause from our effects." There were smiles all around. "Now. We have had you, these last three days, under deep narcosis and the material we have obtained from you has proved most valuable, most valuable indeed, and we therefore wish first of all to show our appreciation of the normality you have shown in all the peculiar mazes through which we have made you run." The whole lot of them stood and applauded me. I could not keep control any longer. I saw Lily and Conchis clapping, and the students. I cocked my wrists around and gave them a double V-sign. It evidently bewildered the old man, because he turned to ask Conchis what it meant. The clapping died down. Conchis turned to the supposed woman doctor from Edinburgh. She spoke in a strong American voice. "The sign is a visual equivalent of some verbalization like 'Bugger you' or 'Up your arse.'" This seemed to interest the old man. He repeated the gesture, watching his own hand. "But did not Mr. Churchill..." Lily spoke, leaning forward. "It is the upward movement that carries the signal, Dr. Kretschmer. Mr. Churchill's victory sign was with the hand reversed and static. I mentioned it in connection with my paper on 'Direct Anal-Erotic Metaphor in Classical Literature." "Ah. Yes. I recall. _Ja, ja_." Conchis spoke to Lily. "_Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo, Aureli pathici et cinaedi Furi?_" Lily: "Precisely." Wimmel-Jorgensen leant forward; a strong accent. "Is there no doubt a connection with the cuckold gesture?" He put finger horns on his head. "I did suggest," said Lily, "that we may suppose a castration motive in the insult, a desire to degrade and humiliate the male rival which would of course be finally identifiable with the