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The Schopenhauer CureYes, chutzpah had taken him a long way. He cultivated it, took great pride in it, and, in later life, beamed when he heard himself referred to as an original, a maverick, the therapist who had the guts to take on the cases that had defeated others. But chutzpah had its dark sideБЂ”grandiosity. More than once Julius had erred by attempting to do more than could be done, by asking patients to make more change than was constitutionally possible for them, by putting patients through a long and, ultimately, unrewarding course of therapy. So was it compassion or sheer clinical tenacity that led Julius to think he could yet reclaim Philip? Or was it grandiose chutzpah? He truly did not know. As he led Philip to the group therapy room, Julius took a long look at his reluctant patient. With his straight light brown hair combed straight back without a part, his skin stretched tight across his high cheekbones, his eyes wary, his step heavy, Philip looked as though he were being led to his execution. Julius felt a wave of compassion and, in his softest, most comforting voice, offered solace. б«You know, Philip, therapy groups are infinitely complex, but they possess one absolutely predictable feature.б» If Julius expected the natural curious inquiry about the б«one absolutely predictable feature,БЂ«he gave no sign of disappointment at Philip`s silence ...» |
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