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octoberthesixth · 31-35, F
[quote]Deborah was not convinced. 'Maybe you doubt that I saw it at all.'
'That is the one thing that I do not doubt,' the doctor said. 'But you see, I have no part in what is to be done on the wards; I am not an administrative doctor.'
Deborah saw the match lighting dry fuel. 'What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer. Helene kept her bargain about Ellis and so did I. What good is your reality then?'
'Look here,' Furii said. 'I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice . . .' (She remembered Tilda suddenly, breaking out of the hospital in Nuremburg, disappearing into the swastika-city, and coming back laughing that hard, rasping parody of laughter. 'Sholom Aleichem, Doctor, they are crazier than I am!')
'. . . and I never promised you peace or happiness. My help is so that you can be free to fight for all of these things. The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie . . . and a bore, too!'
'Will you bring it up at the meeting - about Helene?'
'I said I would and I will, but I promise nothing.'
'That is the one thing that I do not doubt,' the doctor said. 'But you see, I have no part in what is to be done on the wards; I am not an administrative doctor.'
Deborah saw the match lighting dry fuel. 'What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer. Helene kept her bargain about Ellis and so did I. What good is your reality then?'
'Look here,' Furii said. 'I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice . . .' (She remembered Tilda suddenly, breaking out of the hospital in Nuremburg, disappearing into the swastika-city, and coming back laughing that hard, rasping parody of laughter. 'Sholom Aleichem, Doctor, they are crazier than I am!')
'. . . and I never promised you peace or happiness. My help is so that you can be free to fight for all of these things. The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie . . . and a bore, too!'
'Will you bring it up at the meeting - about Helene?'
'I said I would and I will, but I promise nothing.'