On A Clear Day You Can See Forever

Hey, buds below

Up is where to grow

Up, with which below

Can't compare with

Hurry

It's lovely up here

Life down a hole

Takes an awful toll

What with not a soul there

To share with

Hurry, it's lovely up here

Wake up

Bestir yourself

It's time that you disinter yourself

You've got a spot to fill

A pot to fill

And what a gift package

Of shower, sun and love

You'll be met above everywhere

With fondled and sniffed

By millions who drift by

Life here is rosy

If you're a posy

Hurry, it's lovely here

Climb up, geranium

It can't be fun subterranean

On the exterior

It's cheerier

R.S. V.P., peonies

Pollinate the breeze

Make the queen of bees

Hot as brandy

Come give at least

A preview of Easter

Come up

And see the hoot we're giving

Come up

And see the grounds for living

Come poke your head out

Open up and spread out

Hurry, it's lovely here

On a clear day

You can see forever

Forever and ever and ever and ever

And you'll see who you are

On a clear day

How it will astound you

That the glow of your being

Outshines every star

You'll feel part of

Every mountain, sea and shore

You can hear from far and near

A world you never

Never heard before

And on a clear day

On a clear day

You can see forever and ever

And ever

And evermore

And now the window opens.

It gently, gently opens,

and the night steals softly in.

Your eyelids now are heavy.

Your arms are numb and heavy.

Your legs are dull and heavy

and you give yourself to sleep.

A deep sleep.

He's under. Lights, please.

I'll begin with

posthypnotic suggestion,

and after, if Preston here

is a good subject, regression.

- When does this class meet again?

- On Wednesday, sir.

On Wednesday.

Mr Preston, after I waken you,

the first time I say the word

"Wednesday," you will take off your left

shoe and sock and put them on again.

Remember, the first time

I say the word "Wednesday."

Now for regression.

I will try and take Preston back

through his life to the age of 5.

Stand up and turn around, please.

I want you to go back in time

to your 20th birthday.

- Dr Chabot.

- No questions now.

Now, five years more

to your 15th birthday.

Now, five years more

to your 10th.

Now, another five years, and when I

count to three and snap my fingers,

you will be 5 years old.

Five years old,

at your first day of school.

One,

two...

Give me back my chalk, Henry.

Come on, Henry Tillsbury.

You give me back my chalk,

or I'll throw the glue at you

and you'll get all gooey.

- Sit down, Preston.

- Oh, Henry, I am not sitting

- on your turtle. Honest.

- What's her name?

- Miss Hildebrand, you gotta make...

- Doesn't anybody know who she is?

Sleep.

To be hypnotized indirectly

is very common,

but to be regressed indirectly

is not only unusual

but a little nerve-wracking.

Listen to me.

You are no longer 5 years old.

You are as you are today.

And when I count to three

and snap my fingers,

you will awaken feeling fine.

One, two, three.

How do you feel?

Fine.

What happened?

I mean, how did I get over here?

You were hypnotized by mistake.

- Your mistake or mine?

- I suppose it was a bit of both.

I opened the window,

but you fell out.

- What's your name?

- Daisy Gamble.

You're not a medical student,

are you?

No.

Did everybody, I mean,

you know, fall out?

No. No, just you.

Just me?

I'm awfully sorry, doctor.

I didn't mean to butt in, I...

Oh, I'm awfully sorry, everybody.

I mean, I didn't mean to butt in.

Please, go on with your act.

It won't happen to me again.

Boy, you can swing open

that window all you want,

and when the night starts crawling in,

my eyelids won't get heavy

and my arms get numb and heavy

and my legs get dull and heavy and...

When I count to three

and press your forehead,

you will awaken and stay awake.

- One, two, three.

- Oh, God.

Why don't you step outside

and get a little air.

Sure. I mean, sure.

Have you got a cigarette, please?

I'm awfully sorry, doctor. Really.

Do you have a match?

Oh, thank you very...

Doctor, I'm awfully sorry,

kids, really.

Push.

Sorry.

Preston, you are no longer

You are as you are now.

And when I count to three and snap

my fingers, you will awaken.

One, two, three.

Do you feel all right?

- Yes, sir.

- What is it?

Sir, nothing happened to me.

I didn't go under.

Most people don't believe

they do the first time.

- Well, I know that, sir...

- But that is not your case.

Oh, no, sir. No. Is that all?

On Wednesday, when we

meet again, I want to discuss...

- What are you doing there?

- Taking off my shoe and...

...sock.

- Any particular reason, or just bored?

See you all Wednesday.

Out like a light.

If you don't remember,

he was telling you

to take off your shoes and socks.

Oh, Marc,

did you receive one of these?

Oh, just routine meeting,

nothing important.

Doctor, could I see you

for just one minute, please?

- Don't you feel well?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

But I gotta talk to you

about something important.

If you call my secretary...

I'll see you this afternoon.

- She'll make an appointment.

- But it's just one question, that's all.

Couldn't you ask me

at a Wednesday lecture?

If you come a little early,

I'm sure it's possible...

Oh, my God.

Come in. Come here, hey.

Come, come.

This way, please. This way.

Come in. Here.

Yes. Come in, come in.

This way, this way, please.

Here, come in.

You're doing that

on posthypnotic suggestion.

Oh, no.

Turn around.

I'm terribly sorry.

Is anything else coming off?

- Of course not. Here, your shoe.

- You're sure?

That's quite a weapon

you have got there.

Boy, you fellas must have

one glorious night after another.

I mean...

What's the matter?

- This just isn't my day.

- Come. Come sit down.

You'll feel better in a moment.

Sit down.

- Oh, God.

- Now, what did...?

Oh, rats.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Don't you hate cigarettes?

Now, what did you

want to ask me?

What I wanted to ask you was this:

Doctor, do you think...?

I mean, can people really be

hypnotized out of something?

I mean, of something like smoking.

It's stuck in the dictionary. I mean, can

you see how yellow my fingers are?

I beg your pardon?

Aren't you looking for a piece

of paper with an address on it?

- Yes.

- Don't you have a dictionary?

Well, yes.

Well, just see if it's in there.

You see, the other night I heard

this discussion going on in the bathtub,

on the radio, and this man said...

It's under X.

He said you could be

hypnotized out of it

without getting something else

instead, you know,

like fat or nervous or acne.

- Miss...

- Gamble.

What about this address?

- Isn't that the one you're looking for?

- Yes, but how did you do it?

I don't know. I just saw you

looking around for something

and wondered what it was and...

You know, I knew.

Very well,

I won't pry into trade secrets.

Yeah.

About this yellow-finger problem...

Can you do any other tricks?

No. You see, I only have until

tomorrow night, and I was desperate.

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