"Master, this story about the lady who heard voices from the vacuum cleaner, is that a True Word story?"
"Indeed it is. I saw the letter from the pseudiatrist to the policeman myself."
"A policeman Master, what had he to do with it?"
"Oh you don't know the details? It was the triumph of late 20 st century pseudology. The pseudiatrist wrote to the policeman asking him to do something about it because he himself could not. The policeman, a big, fatherly figure, in uniform, went to her house, accompanied by the most hefty looking wrenches, hammers and screwdrivers. He fiddled about with the vacuum cleaner, the washing machine and so on. Then, he assured the lady that it was all over, and lo ... it was.
You are right not to believe a story like that. I would not believe it from my best friend if it not happened that this friend showed me the letter. The pseudiatrist, probably, earned twice the salary of the policeman, yet, both are supposed to help people, the tax-payers, and it was the policeman only who did. The pseudiatrist was better kicked into some factory to do running belt work.
People who suffer from such complaints, and of the sly neighbours who drill holes in the walls in order to inject poisonous gas in it, are far better helped by an old hand of a policeman than by a pseudiatrist, when a True Word Mind-Scientist is not available. That is the Way."