a large bouquet of roses dominated. The Magician let me into the consulting room and told me to lie down on the bed and I began to pass and run his hands a short distance upon my body and asked if I felt current and heat and suddenly, perhaps from the heat, I started to sweat and I had to interrupt and go wash my hands.
I came back and staring at myself with half-closed eyes: "Here... I see you... I see how you are ..." and I was all happy and hopeful "...how you are when naked" and I grabbing the sheet and covering myself anxiously: "I don't want to be seen naked!" I cried angrily.
"It is a very good symptom, that she is naked to you." said the Magician. "It demonstrates desire for liberation."
"It's not true that I'm naked!" I cried in anguish, pulling the sheet around me.
"Of course not. You have a mole in the middle of your back. And you are very beautiful, naked."
Oh dear, it's true that I have a mole in the middle of my back. Oh mother, how do I get dressed if I'm already dressed? "That's enough!!" I said and as the Magician was silent and still, I looked at the secretary who shrugged with a faint smile.
"That's enough!!" I said louder and the Magician closed his eyes and announced: "Here, you are no longer naked."
I threw the sheet away and paced up and down the room said that it was no time to joke around and he said it was no joke at all and that my dressed or unclothed body did not interest him at all - if he wanted to see or have a body he certainly had no difficulty in obtaining it - he was interested in my being and what happened was proof that my being wanted to undress, free itself from everything to rely on him and that was right because he alone had the ability to remove the negative elements from which I was surrounded and with Achille d'Angelo my life would have been...
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