The Ghoul Page #3

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You'll find I have a bit

of a different approach to Dr Fisher.

I don't believe in all this

awkward silence stuff, you see.

If you don't say anything, I will.

Most people start talking sooner

or later just to shut me up.

Did you notice the books? Seriously,

he is into some weird sh*t.

Mm-hm.

Magic. The occult. Weird science.

The bottle. There is a bottle. Ask him

about the bottle. Seriously, weird stuff.

Talking of bottles Pah,

pah, pah, pah, pah!

One more. One more? One each.

Now, I-I-I've been tinkering and

You know, just researching online,

and all this stuff that Morland's into,

anthropology, maths, magic,

it's all linked, all linked.

- Mm, come to this thing tonight.

- Ah, nah. I-I-I don't

- Come on! Come to this thing!

- No.

There's some really interesting

people I'd like you to meet.

You'll get on like a house on fire.

and it was run by the CIA and the FBI.

Wiretapping, infiltration, brainwashing

Don't talk to Danny.

He'll fry your brain.

This isn't some bullshit, mind

you, like the illuminati,

or lizard men at the south pole

civil rights movement, black

panthers, anti-Vietnam

It's heavy. It's like a child's body.

A fat child. It's all in fifties.

Course, I'm 19, right? I got no brains.

I don't think to get a cab over to Gav's.

I get on the Tube.

F***ing hell.

I'm sat on the Tube with enough money

to buy a f***ing house.

Anyway, Gav's got this money counter

off a mate's dad who owns

a furniture store.

There's 300 rolls of cash.

It takes about an hour cos

the thing keeps jamming.

And we get to the end

- and it's under.

- F***ing hell.

So we go again, of course.

Takes another hour.

We have to iron the f***ing money

with Gav's mum's iron. Yeah?

- And it's still under.

- What happens if it's not all there?

- It has to be there.

- Yeah, but what happens?

It has to be there.

But how does it benefit

them to beat you up

or worse if it's not?

It has to f***ing be there!

So the machine's f***ed,

we'll have to count it by hand.

We've got a wrap of speed on us.

And, I don't know, hours

later, the sun's coming up,

our fingers and wrists

are f***ing killing us.

We can't see straight, we're

grinding our teeth, we're crying.

We're laughing hysterically at nothing.

We're tapping our toes to the banging

of the f***ing central heating.

And it's still under.

So what do we do? Do we run?

Where do we go?

I mean, we seriously entertained

going down to the south of France.

I go to the toilet Put

some water on my face.

And I come back, and I find

Gav on his knees.

And he's

He's praying.

So I'm about to f***

off, leave him to it.

And then I think

f*** it.

What have I got to lose?

So we're both knelt on the floor,

all this ironed cash lying around,

and we're f***ing praying

to god knows who.

God? Allah? Buddha?

Satan? Odin? Zeus?

Any c*nt that will f***ing listen.

The following morning,

we agreed to go round there,

just come straight out with it and hope

he sees in our eyes that it wasn't us.

So we go over, we show him

round the back of the club,

and, Hill I will never forget

this for as long as I live

He's watering potted plants listening

to Radio 2, barely looks at us.

I give the bag over to his neanderthal

and we totally f***ing chicken

out about telling him.

For two days, we sat in Gav's flat

staring into space,

waiting for the hammer to fall.

A week later

Hill and the rest of the gang went down.

For life.

Now, I don't care

what anyone f***ing says.

Somebody heard us.

Anyone else got any stories?

How do you know you're not

really an undercover cop?

S-s-sorry. What?

How do you know if they haven't

messed with your head somehow

and you really are an undercover cop,

but you think you're a normal person?

S-s-s who?

Hypnosis. Implanted memories.

Shrinks, man, they're head-shrinkers.

- How do you know about that?

- Cos you told me you went to a shrink.

And you fantasize about being

an undercover cop.

F***ing hell, I thought I was stoned.

Have you been talking to?

Where's Michael?

What I'm saying is, what if you

really are an undercover cop?

You're just imagining

that you're a normal person.

You went in too deep and they flipped

you and now you can't get out.

Hiya.

I'm Maria, by the way.

Hi.

Thanks.

Do I have to write

my number on my forehead?

No. Sorry.

Right

- What's that?

- Hm?

Ah, that?

That is a Klein bottle.

Yes, yes. Lovely object.

It has a non-orientable surface.

A closed manifold.

Plain English:
It's got

no inside or outside.

Look, if you go in a straight

line and keep going,

you end up on the opposite side

of the glass from where you were.

The outside becomes the inside,

and the inside becomes the outside.

Of course, a real one can

only exist in four dimensions.

It's like a bottle version

of a mbius strip.

Oh, Christ. Well, we'll start there.

Look, you tear off a strip of paper.

Twist it.

And if you start on one side

and keep going,

you end up on the other side.

Imagine an ant wandering along the strip.

He'd end up back where he started,

without ever crossing

an edge or turning back.

Pretty weird for the ant.

A bit like the ouroboros,

which goes back to the Egyptians.

Then the medieval alchemists

made it their own.

Then it was Jung's favorite,

the eternal return, and all that.

You'll find I'm quite

open to woolly ideas.

Not a bad trait

for a psychotherapist, I think.

- What's that?

- Hm? Oh, that?

That's a sigil. It's a magical symbol.

I've had it so long,

I don't even notice it.

You write down a wish or a desire,

then combine the letters into a symbol.

It's supposed to make the wish come true.

I made it when I had I had

a bit of a health scare.

Oh, a decade ago now.

And I'm still here.

It'd be tempting fate to take it down.

Ah, who knows? Looks nice,

though, doesn't it'?

"Chris, don't go to Morland.

He's dangerous.

"Look, come over. I'll explain, ok?

Yeah, come over."

"This is Michael Coulson.

You know what to do."

Right, let's get out of here, shall we?

Well, we're not getting

anywhere sat here, are we?

Come on.

Getting better is a creative process.

It doesn't do to keep banging your head

against the wall for too long.

It's not scientific. Not

in the modern sense, anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I've got

nothing against rationalism.

When I get on a plane,

I hope to bloody god

the engineers are rationalists.

But this, what we're doing,

trying to get you better

that's alchemy.

Mind your step.

Right here, where we stand right now,

is the center of the magical world.

Of course, that's true of anywhere.

But right in this clearing,

a few years back,

they found a witch bottle,

17th century probably.

It had a heart with a nail in it.

William Blake wrote "The Book of Thel"

about, oh, 30 miles that way.

John Dee practiced alchemy about 100

miles that way, 500 years back.

And in woods very like these,

the New Forest, 1940,

Gerald Gardner and a coven

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