The Master sits in the Laboratory for Pseudology of a real
university. He is quiet, at peace with the world, all the while
studying Mind-Science. He studies books, makes extractions,
thinks and puts thoughts and observations, deductions, theories,
on paper, he sees and recognises stupidity. Very restful, tranquil. All the
so-called-, self-called-, psychologists who never
in their lives studied a stitch of Mind-Science, these professors, doctors,
lectors, assistants, all these nervous wrecks,
child-mentalities, well-paid, anti-science, professional stupids,
they all know the Master, and they think him a nought. He could
be put in front of them all in a lecture hall, filled to capacity, and teach
Mind-Science to them for years and years, teach
that, what should be their science. Never in all these years
would they think of asking him a Mind-Scientific question. Never
would they think of even speaking to him, a nought, and that, ...
for 15 years! What university! What science! What progress!
Yet, the Master is smooth, even, amused even.