human
What in hell do we know about the brain? he went on.
gpt
I knew a perfectly healthy young girl once, who was killed when she was standing beside her horse--the horse sneezed, jerked his head up, and jolted the side of her jaw. Yet back in seventeen eighty-one, when Arnold ordered the massacre at Fort Griswold, one old rebel was bayonetted, had his skull smashed open so that his brains were oozing out on the ground. He recovered and lived for forty years afterward, sane as you please. And they didn't have fellows like me, not then. If they had, he'd probably have died on the operating table.
human
In other words you don't know,
gpt
I don't know, Kermit, replied the other.
human
Another drink?
gpt
Whenever I've met anyone with what might be called a special gift--psychic or what have you--I've found them scared to death of it. Damned if I know why....
human
You'd think they'd be delighted--but they aren't. They either run to religion, and try to drown it in ritual--or they try to explain it away by some rationalization. Like your friend.
gpt
Then you're willing to accept the fact he has a supernatural gift?
human
Supernatural--supernormal--he's got something, if what you tell me is true. Can you think of a better 'ole?