Erich Fromm citing Terence`s epigram written over two thousand years ago: «I
am human, and nothing human is alien to me.» Fromm had stressed that the good
therapist had to be willing to enter into his own darkness and identify with all of
the patient`s fantasies and impulses. Julius tried that on. So, Philip had made a list
of women he had laid? Hadn`t he done that himself when he was younger? Sure
he had. And so had many men with whom he`d discussed this matter.
And he reminded himself that he had a responsibility to Philip—and to
Philip`s future clients. He had invited Philip to become a patient and a student.
Like it or not, Philip was going to be seeing many clients in the future, and to
forsake him now was bad therapy, bad teaching, bad modeling—and immoral to
boot.
With these considerations in mind, Julius pondered what to say. He began
to formulate a statement beginning with his familiar,I have a real dilemma: on the
one hand...and on the other ...But this moment was too loaded for any stock
tactics. Finally, he said, «Philip, in your responses to Pam today you referred to
yourself in the third person: you didn`t say вЂI,` you said, вЂhe.` You said, вЂHedidn`t
give her that list.` I wonder, could you have been implying that you`re a different
person now from the man you were then?»
Philip opened his eyes and faced Julius. A rare locking of gazes. Was there
gratitude in that gaze?
«It`s been known for a long time,” Philip said, «that the cells of the body
age, die, and are replaced at regular intervals. Until a few years ago it was thought
that it was only the brain cells that persisted all of one`s life—and, of course, in
women, the ova. But research has now demonstrated that neural cells, too, die,
and new neurons are continuously being generated, including the cells forming
the architecture of my cerebral cortex, my mind. I think it can fairly be said that
not one cell in me now existed in the man bearing my name fifteen years ago.»
«So, Judge, it wasn`t me,” Tony snarled. «Honest. Ah ain`t guilty;
somebody else, some other brain cells, did the job before ah even got there.»
«Hey, that`s not fair, Tony,” said Rebecca. «All of us want to support Pam,
but there`s got to be a better way than вЂlet`s get Philip.` What do you want him to
do?»
«Shit, for starters how about a simple вЂI`m sorry.`” Tony turned to Philip.
«How hard would that be? Would it break your cheeks to say that?»
«I got something to say to both of you,” said Stuart. «You first, Philip. I
keep current on the latest in brain research, and I want to say your facts about cell
regeneration are off. There is some recent research showing that bone marrow
stem cells transplanted in another individual can end up as neurons in some select
areas of the brain, for example, the hippocampus and the Purkinje cells of the
cerebellum, but there isno evidence of new neurons forming in the cerebral
cortex.»
«I stand corrected,” said Philip. «I`d appreciate some literature references,
please. Could you e–mail them?» Philip drew a card out of his wallet and handed
it to Stuart, who pocketed the card without examining it.
«And, Tony,” Stuart continued, «you know I`m not against you. I enjoy
your no–bullshit directness and irreverence, but I agree with Rebecca: I think
you`re being too rough—and a little unreal. When I first joined the group you
were doing weekend jail equivalent time on the highway cleanup patrols for a
sexual assault charge.»
«No, it was battery. The sexual assault charge was bullshit, and Lizzy
dropped it. And the battery charge was phony, too. But your point?»
«My point was that I never heardyou talk about being sorry, and no one
here got on your case. In fact I saw the opposite—I saw lots of support. Hell,
more than support; all the women, even you,” Stuart turned to Pam, «got turned
on by your...your what? Your lawlessness! I remember Pam and Bonnie dropping
off sandwiches for you once when you were doing trash pickup duty on Highway
101. I remember Gill and me talking about not being able to compete with
your...your...what was it?»
«Jungle nature,” said Gill.
«Yeah.» Tony smirked. «Jungle creature. Primitive man. That was pretty
cool.»
«So, how about giving Philip a break. Jungle man is okay for you but not
for him. Let`s hear his side of it. I feel awful about what Pam went through, but
let`s slow down, not rush to lynch. Fifteen years ago—that`s a long time.»
«Well,” said Tony, «I`m not into fifteen years ago; I`m into now.» Tony
turned to Philip. «Like last week when you...Philip—damn, it`s hard to talk when
you won`t make eye contact. Drives me fucking crazy! You claimed that it made
no difference to you that Rebecca was interested in you—that she was
uh...flirting...I can`t remember that goddamned word.»
«Preening!» said Bonnie.
Rebecca clutched her head in both hands. «I can`t believe this; I cannot
believe we`restill talking about this. Isn`t there a statute of limitations to the
ghastly grisly crime of taking my hair down? How long is this going to go on?»
«As long as it takes,” responded Tony, who turned back to Philip. «But
what about my question, Philip? You put yourself forward as a monk, as someone
beyond all this, too pure to be interested in women, even very attractive
women...”
«Do you see now,” Philip addressed Julius, not Tony, «why I was reluctant
to enter the group?»
«You anticipated this?»
«It is a true and tested equation,” replied Philip, «that the less I have to do
with people, the happier I am. When I tried livingin life, I was drawn into
agitation. To stay out of life, to want nothing and to expect nothing, to keep
myself engaged in elevated contemplative pursuits—that is the path, my only
path, to peace.»
«Well and good, Philip,” responded Julius, «but,if you`re going to be in a
group or lead groups or try to help clients work on their relationships with others,
you absolutely cannot avoid entering into relationships with them.»
Julius noted Pam slowly shaking her head in bewilderment. «What`s
happening here? This is crazy–making. Philip here? Rebecca flirting with him?
Philip leading groups, seeing clients? What`s going on?»
«Fair enough; let`s fill Pam in,” said Julius.
«Stuart, that`s your cue,” said Bonnie.
«I`ll give it a crack,” said Stuart. «Well, in the two months you were away,
Pam—”
Julius interrupted. «This time, why don`t you just get us started, Stuart. It`s
unfair for us to ask you to do all the work.»
«Right. But, you know, it`s not work—I like to give overviews.» Seeing
Julius about to interrupt, he quickly said, «Okay, I`ll just say one thing and stop.
When you left, Pam, it was a downer to me. I felt we had failed you, that we were
not good enough or resourceful enough to help you with your crisis. I didn`t like
that you had to turn elsewhere—to India—for help. Next.»
Bonnie quickly said, «The giant issue here was Julius`s announcement
about his illness. You know all about this, Pam?»
«Yeah.» Pam nodded gravely. «Julius told me when I phoned last weekend
to tell him I was back.»
«Actually,” Gill said, «I want to amend that—no offense, Bonnie—but
Julius didn`t tell us. What happened was that we went out for coffee after Philip`s
first meeting, andhe told us since Julius had told him in an individual meeting.
Julius was pretty pissed at Philip`s preempting him. Next.»
«Philip`s been here about five sessions. He`s in training to be a therapist,”