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May 28, 2002 next time "Maybe its just compatible pheromones." I was in the office of my deaf mute psychotherapist, Dr. Keller, and we had veered on to the subject of romantic love.  Actually, I had veered; Keller seemed preoccupied and I had the feeling he wasn't listening.  Okay, I knew he wasn't listening.  I had the feeling he wasn't interested. "Did you say something?" Keller asked. "Pheromones.  Smells.  You know....  chemical attractants." "He was dead before being placed in a sarcophagus."  Keller glanced out the window and then at his watch. "Who?  Who was dead?  I'm talking about love.  Between a man and a woman." Sometimes I resented paying for this. "I think it was Percy Sledge.  If you don't mind me saying, Egyptian burial practices and American soul music are not the issue.  Don't you think your time would be better spent trying to figure out why you've become such a recluse?" At least I had his attention now.  "Dr. Keller, my anhedonia has progressed to the point I'm embarrassed to be around others.  I'm boring.  I bore myself." "There's a throat spray you can use.  I saw the doctor from the Love Boat selling it on an infomercial.  Well, then....  time's up.  See you next time?" "Yeah.  Next time."

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