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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Praise for Theodore Dalrymple
Other books by Theodore Dalrymple
Foreword
All Those Snivelling Wheedlers
Can’t You Hypnotise Me?
How Bad Is The Arthuritis?
Being An Obliging Sort Of Chap
One’s Enemy’s Enemy Is Not Always One’s Friend
He Killed Two Birds With One Stone
I Went Through The Proper Channels
The Rapist’s Famous Apple Crumble
You Can Have Too Much Quality
She Proposed To Have The Toe-Rag’s Child
Vindicated Patients
If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh?
For The Briefest Of Moments
Pullulating Graphomaniacs
The Heroic Struggle
She Was Interested In Liberation Issues
It’s Good For My Income
She’d Known Him For Ages
Exercising My Rights
Destined For Misery
Things Turn Out Badly In The End
I Have No Thirst For Martyrdom
He Ran Out Of Half-Sisters
Not A Few Treat Me As An Oracle
A Truth Universally Acknowledged
I Have Never Really Believed In Health Education
What Do They Expect?
We Don’t See Much Of Each Other
Career-Promoting Verbiage
It’s All Very Puzzling
The Ethnosensitive Terminology For Coffee
Lawyers Are Vandals
He Remembered Nothing But His Innocence
My Little Joke Went Unheeded
Disconnected Neurones
The Verb ‘To PP-9’
They Hardly Ever Know
An Emblem Of Our Decline
I Consider Myself Near The Top Of The Pile
My Own Infrequent Moments Of Paranoia
In Those Days I Was A Liberal
We Are Learned Men, With Half-Moon Spectacles
He Had Never Done Nothing Serious
He Took My Advice At Once
Have Nothing To Do With Death
A Retired Admiral From The Environs Of Winchester
Always Interested In Small Intellectual Puzzles
The Real Him Wouldn’t Rob A Post Office
What The Doctor’s Really Trying To Say
I Taught Him To Recite The Oath
My Scheme To Improve British Manners
He Caught Syphilis When Torpedoed
Cooking Their Goose
He Didn’t Want To Pay For It
Somewhat Grandiose Ideas
‘Excuse Me,’ I Said To The Murderer
She Asked Him Not To Strangle Her In Front Of The Children
The Minister Would Not Stoop So Low
The Eternal Struggle Between Doctor And Patient
As Frequently Out Of His Head As In
My Next Patient Had Discovered Relativity Theory
Easily Led To The Study Of Mathematics
I Point No Finger, I Blame No One
His Thought Processes Were Distinctly Unusual
The Whole Meaning Of Life
A Little Light Pimping
What Kind Of Life
You Know What Football’s All About
Who Said Anything About Anaesthetic?
Government Of Morons, By Morons, For Morons
Patients Are Getting Above Themselves
His Mate’s Rabbit Was Even Worse
A Whipped-Dog Expression Brings Out The Worst In Me
There Was Much Joking In The Casualty Department
Middle-Aged Men Since Plato
A Lifetime In The Asylum Was Excessive
I Planned A Cloak And Dagger Operation
The Abyss Of Modern Life
I Could Smell His Feet In My Mind’s Nose
All This Pain, And You Give Me A Painkiller?
You Can Only Be Murdered Once
I Hesitate To Pen A Cliché
I Try To Be Broadminded
A Good Man Is Above The Price Of Cocaine
I’ve Never Broke Into No Houses In Highgate
The Odd Morals Of Muggers
No Fucker Gives A Shit
The Fourth World Conference Of Women
Am I Unduly Harsh?
He Did Not Even Ask That I Sort His Head Out
Doctors Aren’t Understanding Enough
She Didn’t See The Point, Like
The Perfect Bureaucratic Solution
His Mind Was Going Ten To The Dozen
Nothing Had Changed In My Absence
A Touch Of Cancer
In A Good Mood For The Wards
My Futile Quest For Immortality
Blood On The Walls
I Must Confess That I Laughed
Fortunately, A Subcommittee Was Appointed
Deterrence And Retribution
She Needed To Have Been Born Someone Else
He Only Drank For Socialism
I Just Lose It. My Head Goes.
A Vacation From My Mind
His Lawyer Wondered, At Public Expense
Treating Gas Gangrene With Hypnotherapy
His Missis Was Winding Him Up
The Life-Blood of Hypochondriasis
His Next Spell of Freedom Was Brief
The Hierarchy Of Madness
Working For A Better Tomorrow
Dalrymple’s Syndrome
He Blamed His Parents
The Principles of Management
The Difference Between Man And Animal
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