Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 206 Ariel's past (9)

On March 1955, 3, Dr. Wilbur slipped the freshly bought anemones and longevity flowers into a vase between two outpatient appointments.

She couldn't guess whether it was Ariel or Peggy who was waiting for the doctor, so she opened the door to the reception room.

The patient sitting there is immersed in the "New Yorker" magazine.

As soon as she saw the doctor, she immediately stood up, walked towards him with a smile, and greeted him warmly:

"Good morning, Dr. Wilbur."

The doctor thought: This is not Peggy.Peggy won't sit still.

Peggy doesn't read books or newspapers.

Peggy wouldn't have had this cultivated tone.

It must be Ariel.

But Ariel never spoke to me first before I called her.

Never before had she smiled so unnaturally.

"How are you today?" the doctor asked.

"I'm fine, but Ariel is not. She's sick and can't come, so I'll take my place."

The doctor was shocked and at a loss for a moment.

But it's only for a moment.

Putting "she" and "I" on a par only confirmed the doctor's original suspicions.

I was surprised, the doctor thought, but what's the surprise?

The case of Christian Beecham, treated and reported by Dr. Morton Prince, was not just a case of dual personality.

But he was also taken aback.

In fact, he was already surprised when he discovered that the patient was not monopersonal.

I can see any doctor doing that when he's there, Dr. Wilbur thought.

All these thoughts flashed through Dr. Wilbur's mind.

And the newcomer's words are endless:
"I have to apologize to you on Ariel's behalf. She wanted to come, but she couldn't even get her clothes on. Tried and tried and failed. Last night I saw her bring out her navy blue dress and blue cardigan , was going to come here this morning dressed up. She meant to come last night, but this morning it's totally different. Sometimes she's completely unconscious and can't do anything. I think that's what happened this morning. But I haven't It's not polite to introduce yourself and just start talking to you. I'm Vicky."

"Come in, Vicky," said the doctor.

Wiki not only walks into the clinic, but also enters the clinic with great dignity.

Ariel is always so awkward, and Vicky's demeanor is elegant and generous.

Her clothes are colorful: rose, purple and teal.

Double row of metal buttons.A pleated skirt just below the knee.A pair of green shoes adds style. "It's a lovely room," she remarked casually:

"Green study. This hue is sure to soothe your patients."

She walked to the couch and sat down comfortably.

The doctor closed the door, sat down beside her, lit a cigarette, and asked:
"How did you get here? Tell me, Vicky."

"Easy," Vicky replied, "Ariel's sick. I'm wearing her clothes—not the basket suit I'm talking about. I've got an appointment to lunch, and that suit doesn't fit. I wear it anyway." Put on her clothes, get on the bus, and here you go."

"But how do you know the address here?"

"I know everything," Vicki explained.

"Know everything?" The doctor couldn't help repeating. "I know what everyone does."

There was a pause in the conversation, and the doctor flicked the ashes on the rim of the ashtray.

"Perhaps you find me insufferably boastful," Vicky continued.But if you understand the situation, you won't think so. "

situation?Perhaps the meaning here is that Wiki holds the key clue.

But the wiki just says:

"Of course I can't claim to know everything. But I watch everything everybody does. That's what I mean when I say I know everything. In this particular sense, I do know everything. I don't know."

Does that mean Vicky can tell her everything about Ariel, Peggy, and Vicky herself?

So far the doctor has known very little.

"Wiki," the doctor said.

"I want to know more about your situation."

"I am a happy man," Vicky replied:
"Happy people don't have great stories. But I'm happy to tell you what you want to know."

"What I want to say is: I want to know where you came from."

Vicky blinked and said, "Oh, that's a philosophical question. Could write a book about it."

She looked directly at the doctor and became serious.

"However, if you want to know where I come from, I will be happy to tell you. I come from overseas, from a large family, my parents, brothers and sisters, a large number, all living in Paris, with whom I have not seen for many years. My full name is Victoria Antoinette Sharou. Wiki for short.

Americanized.People can't always call me Victoria Antoinette.It is much more convenient to call the wiki. "

"You don't live with your parents, won't they be unhappy?"

"No, doctor," Vicky replied confidently:
"They know I'm here to help people. After a while, they'll come to me and I'll go with them. Then we'll all be together. They're not like other people's parents. They walk the talk."

"You're lucky," the doctor commented.

"Oh, I did get lucky," Vicky asserted. "Parents are bad, bad, bad."

"I understand," the doctor replied.

"My parents always come," Vicky said.

"Yes, I understand," said the doctor.

Vicky moved closer to Dr. Wilbur and said with all his heart:

"But, doctor, what I really came here for was to talk about Ariel. She's worried all day, always. She eats very little, doesn't allow herself to be entertained, takes life too seriously. With just a little less self-restraint, A little more enjoyment would have done her ailment a great deal."

Wiki paused, then added thoughtfully:
"Besides, there's something else, doctor. Deep down, there's something else."

"What do you think it is, Vicky?"

"I can't tell. You have to understand, these things started before I was born."

"When were you born?"

"When Ariel was a little girl."

"I see." The doctor paused a moment, then asked: "Do you know Mrs. Dorset?"

Viki suddenly started talking coldly, showing a guarded look.

"She's Ariel's mother," she explained:
"I lived with the Dorset family for many years, and I knew Mrs Dorset."

"Do you know Peggy?"

"Of course," Vicky replied.

"Tell me about Peggy."

"You want me to talk about Peggy?" Vicky asked rhetorically.

"You mean Peggy Lou? Do you want to hear about Peggy Ann, too?"

"Peggy what?" asked the doctor.

"I'm so stupid," Vicky apologized,
"I almost forgot. You only saw one Peggy Lou, there were two Peggys!"

"Two Peggies?" The doctor was taken aback again.

However, what's all the fuss about the emergence of a fourth personality?
Now that the major premise of multiple personalities is accepted, there is no reason to make a fuss about it.

"Peggy Ann's coming in a few days," Vicky predicted.

"You'll see her. And you'll like her, I'm sure of that."

"I'm sure I'm going to like her."

"They work together, these two, Peggy Lou and Peggy Ann."

"what differences are there?"

"Well, I think anything that makes Peggy Lou angry scares Peggy Ann. But they're both fighters. Once Peggy Lou decides to do something, she sticks to it. Peggy Ann Yeah, you know, but she's smoother."

"I see."

"Both of them want to change things," Vicki concludes,
"And the person they want to change is almost always Ariel."

"That's interesting," said the doctor.

"Vicky, can you tell me if Mrs. Dorset is Peggy Lou's mother?"

"Of course," Vicki replied.

"However, Peggy Lou claimed that Ariel's mother was not her mother,
' the doctor pointed this out.

"Oh, I know," Vicky replied carefreely.
"You know what Peggy Lou is." Vicki smiled again and added:

"Mrs. Dorset is Peggy Lou's mother. But Peggy Lou doesn't know anything about it."

"Where's Peggy Ann?"

"Mrs. Dorset is Peggy Ann's mother. But Peggy Ann doesn't know either."

"I see," said the doctor.

"These things are weird."

"Exactly," Vicky agreed.

"But it's a state of mind. Maybe you can help them out."

silence.So the doctor asked, "Vicky, do you look like Peggy Lou?"

Vicky was so disappointed that even his face darkened.

she asked,
"What do you say?"

"I can't tell," the doctor hurriedly said,
"Because I've never seen you both at the same time."

Vicky got up from the couch and walked lightly and nimbly to the desk.

"May I use this?" She returned with a stack of prescription pads.

"Just use it."

The doctor watched as Vicky sat down on the couch, took a pencil from his handbag, and began to draw a sketch on the prescription pad.

"Here," Vicky began after a while:
"There are two heads. This is my head, with blonde curls. If I had colored pencils, I could paint the hair color. This is Peggy Lou. Her hair is black. No color Pen doesn't matter. Peggy Lou doesn't like to be bothered or disturbed. She keeps her hair straight, like this."

Vicki points to her drawing of Peggy Lou's Dutch hairstyle,
"You see," Vicky said triumphantly, "we look very different."

The doctor nodded yes, and asked, "What about Peggy Ann."

"I'm too lazy to draw her," Vicky replied.

"This sketch of Peggy Lou is also used for Peggy Ann. They look alike. You'll see."

"You draw very well," said the doctor,

"Do you also paint oil paintings?"

"Oh, yes," Vicky replied, "But Ariel is better at drawing than me. My strength is getting close to people. I like them and know how to get along with them. I'm not afraid of them because my parents always It's particularly good for me. I like talking to people. I especially like people who talk about music, art and books. I'm afraid most of my friendships with them arise from this common interest. I like reading novels. Yes Yes, have you read "The Tortoise and the Hare"?"

"I haven't read it."

"Oh, read it," Vicky said briskly.

"I just finished reading it last night. It's by Elizabeth Jenkins. It's a new book, and you might describe it as a novel about obtuse triangles. The heroine is a middle-aged spinster in heavy tweed. "

"After your introduction, I want to buy a copy."

"I hope you love it as much as I do. I really like it, maybe it's because of the socialites I meet at home. I love them both in sanitation and in books, that's my background statement Yeah. But I'm not a snob. I just have good taste from a family like mine. Why not drink the wine of life?"

Wikipedia is getting more and more serious.Her voice grew deeper,

"Life is so painful that you should take a laxative and let your spirit out. I don't mean run away. You don't run away in books. On the contrary, they help you understand yourself more fully, and I'm glad I have them. When Books are an outlet for me when I find myself in unfavorable situations. You may think I'm extraordinary, but I'm not. I am who I am, and I live my life the way I want to. .”

Vicky sighed: "Doctor, I sincerely hope that Ariel can enjoy life as much as I do. I like going to concerts and browsing art galleries. Ariel likes going to concerts, but I don't go often. I leave you and go to The Metropolitan Museum. I told you I had lunch with a friend. This is Marianne Ludlow. We will have dinner at the Fontaine restaurant inside the museum. Then we will see the exhibit. There is no time to see the whole exhibit, we will Would like to revisit the collection of prints and drawings called Words into Images. Marianne is literary and gregarious, she grew up in the East Side of New York with a large family, spends summers in Southampton, UK, etc. .”

"Does Ariel know Marian Ludlow?" asked the doctor.

"I'm afraid I don't know him," Vicki replied:
"Ariel is not a society woman, not a gifted woman. She sees Mrs. Ludlow queuing in the cafeteria at the Teachers College and wonders what the hell this fashionable woman is doing here.

The cafeteria is quite crowded.

Ariel sat alone.

Mrs. Ludlow asked if she would be allowed to sit at the same table.

You know Ariel is always afraid of being rude, she said:

'sure'.

But the thought of having to deal with a glamorous woman from high society made him faint with fear.

So I took the place and had a talk with the noble lady.

This is the day our friendship began.

We are close friends now. "

"Does Peggy Lou know Mrs. Ludlow?"

"Oh, I don't recognize them, Dr. Wilbur. They belong to two different worlds, do you understand?"

"Vicky, you seem to have made a lot of achievements in things that Ariel and Peggy have nothing to do with."

"Exactly," Vicki replied quickly. "I have my own path in life. If I have to follow their path, I will be bored to death." She looked at the doctor with a mischievous and puzzled expression.

"Doctor, Ariel is willing to be me, but she doesn't know how to become me."

"So, Ariel knows who you are?"

"Of course not," Vicky replied. “She didn’t know the two Peggies, she didn’t know me. But she still had an image of me in her mind — an image she dreamed of being like one day and was often confused about.”

Dr. Wilbur thought nervously.

She took stock of everything she had just heard.

Originally I knew there was Ariel and Peggy Lou.

Now add Vicky and Peggy Ann.Four in one.

Are there any other personalities?
The doctor hesitated for a moment, thinking that Vicky had the answer, and decided to attack.

"Vicky, you talk about two Peggies. Maybe you can tell me if there are others?"

"Oh, yes," was the authoritative reply.

"We know there are many others. That's what I meant when I told you I knew everyone."

"Listen, Vicky," said the doctor,

"I ask all of you to come here during your scheduled clinic hours without any constraints:

It doesn't matter who uses this body. "

"Oh yes, they'll come," Vicky agreed.

"I'm coming too. I'm here to help you get to the bottom of that thing that's puzzling you."

"I appreciate that, Vicky," said Dr. Wilbur.At this time, the doctor suddenly had a new idea:

Enlist the help of Wikipedia in psychoanalysis.The self-proclaimed omniscient Wiki could serve as the chorus of classical Greek drama, spelling out things and interrelationships that other avatars would not or could not articulate.

"Now I want to ask your opinion." The doctor looked into Vicky's eyes.

"I'm going to tell Ariel about you and someone else. What do you think?"

"Well," Vicki advised the doctor thoughtfully,

"You can tell her, but be careful not to say too much,"

The doctor explained frankly:

"I think she should know. What good is psychoanalysis if she doesn't know anything?"

"Proceed with care," Wiki reiterated,
"We all know Ariel, but she doesn't know us, or any of us, and it's always been that way."

"I understand that, Vicky, but, you see, I thought it was a double personality and wanted to tell her about Peggy Lou. But Ariel wouldn't let me talk about it."

"Of course I won't give you a chance," Vicky explained:

"Ariel was always afraid to divulge her symptoms and to get a definitive diagnosis."

"Well," the doctor continued without haste,
"I told Ariel. Tell her that sometimes she enters a fugue state and has no idea what is happening at that time."

"I know that," Vicky asserted,
"But it's another thing to tell her that she's not alone in her shell."

"I was trying to reassure her that she was still alive and functioning when she was in a fugue state."

"Are you talking about her, or about us?"

The doctor was speechless for a moment and did not answer.It was the thoughtful Wiki who broke the silence.

"I suppose you could tell Ariel. But I ask again: Is she the one moving and functioning?"

Without waiting for an answer from the doctor, she declared:
"We're a group of people in our own right."

The doctor lit a cigarette and listened to Wiki as he pondered:
"If you want to tell her, you are welcome. But I suggest you make her understand:

Among the others, none of them would do anything that Ariel didn't like.

Tell her: They often do things she can't do, but these things don't make her angry. "

"Where's Peggy Lou?" the doctor asked.

"Didn't she sometimes do things that Ariel wouldn't approve of?"

“Well, Peggy Lou did a lot of things that Ariel couldn’t do, but Peggy wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Really, doctor, she won't. "Vicky's tone seemed very intimate.

"You know, Peggy Lou went off to Elizabeth and got herself in trouble there."

"I do not know."

"Oh, Peggy Lou has been a lot," Vicky said, looking at his watch.

"As far as going somewhere, I see myself going somewhere right away. I'm going to meet Marianne at the Metropolitan Museum."

"Yes," agreed the doctor,

"I'm afraid it's time."

"Doctor, have you ever been to the Metropolitan Museum?"

Vicky asked as they walked toward the door.

"You're going to love it. And the exhibition of paintings and sculptures in memory of Curt Valentine, if you're going, I remind you, is at the Valentine Gallery.

Well, I should go.Please understand:
Whenever you need me, you can count on my full support. "

(End of this chapter)