Deeply and completely
I. The Priming
I deeply and completely accept myself.
I deeply and completely accept myself.
That’s right, Simon. Remember when you told me I have no friends? Remember, Harvard, when you waitlisted me? Remember, Ms. Donahue, when you gave me a B in second-grade Handwriting?
I deeply and completely accept myself.
Okay — deeply, maybe, but not completely: they still call me Mangina. But the elderly woman seated across from me in a rented West Haven chiropractor’s office (“What’s your pain?” asks a sign out front) tells me to relax. “Relax. Relax....
I understand that this account is limited necessarily by time constraints, but the uppers conclusion feels unearned. We learn far more about Andrew than we do about Mrs. Carr, largely because (as we learn towards the bottom) she ably parried all his personal questions and focused on apocryphal success stories during their only meeting besides his induction.
Kudos on selling it with the narrative hypnosis and all, but I'm not convinced. Especially given Mrs. Carr's connection to Johnstone, which is almost thrown away at the end here. More information, please! Is that why she's not running the VA anymore?