at in the gloom of their souls. Unawares it slipped from them, the reason within the reason for their ill, the ultimate cause of sorrow. From the moment they had revealed to him this hidden thing--had slipped the leash on their tongues--it seemed no longer to be feared. "Trouble evaporates, being properly aired," said the Doctor. And already in the troubled one's mind the sense of the confused snarl of life began to lessen and veils began to descend between him and it.... "For you must learn to forget," counselled the Doctor, "forget day by day until the recording soul beneath your mind is clean. Therefore--work, forget, be new!"...
A self-important young man, much concerned with himself, once asked the Master:
"Doctor, what is the regimen that you would recommend to me?"
And we all heard him say in reply--
"The potatoes need hilling, and then you'll feel like having a dip in the pool."
The young man, it seems, wrote back to the friend in the city who had sent him--"This Do
Wow. A rather short story, but it invokes some seriously powerful emotions.