"There are sound biological reasons why man's mind is so divided and plenty of penalties attached to a case like mine. It'll take me a couple of months to get back in shape after this bout. I'm due for a good old-fashioned nervous breakdown and while it won't last long it won't be much fun while it does last." The appeal rose in his eyes as he watched Elena. "All right," he said. "Now you have the story. What are you going to do about it?" For the first time she gave him a real smile. "Don't worry," she said, "Don't worry, Simon." "Will you come hold my hand while I'm recuperating?" he asked anxiously. "I'm holding it now, you fool," Elena answered. Dalgetty chuckled happily. Then he went to sleep. * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's The Sensitive Man, by Poul William Anderson