âYes, experiments. You see, psychology is mostly based on all sorts of tests, and trials; it is an applied, experimental science at large. As a psychologist I use my observations of human behavioural patterns as my main research tool. Sometimes, I deliberately set certain conditions and see how people react to them and how their behavioural patterns change under those artificially created conditions. I call those set ups âexperimentsâ. However, occasionally I come across some naturally developed conditions that present an opportunity for me to have my âexperimentsâ without setting anything up. I think today is one of those lucky days,â professor said suddenly winking at Michael.
Boulez immediately felt awkward and took his eyes of the strange professor. He looked around trying to hide his uncomfortable feeling and saw that it was already evening. The water in the lake had turned black, and a light boat was now gliding on it. One could even hear the splash of oars and the excited voices of a couple of teenagers on it. The public appeared everywhere and the Boathouseâs staff was lighting up the candles on the dining tables all around its banquet halls. The sky over Manhattan seemed to lose its color, and the full moon could be seen quite distinctly high above the classical silhouette of San Remo. It was much easier to breathe, and the voices under the old maple trees now sounded much clearer.
âAlthough I have never studied psychology, I have to admit that it does sound intriguingâ, McCarty said, âI am sure you have all the reasons to be fascinated by it, however, I have to beg your forgiveness for still having no idea what does it have to do with what Michael and I were discussing here.â
McCarty was about to add something else but suddenly another wave of strikingly sharp pain rushed through his chest stopping abruptly all the thoughts in his head. Green and red circles slowly immerged in front of his eyes and strange whistling noises along with the sounds of popping air balloons filled his consciousness. He dropped his briefcase, grasped his chest with both of his hands and started to slowly slide from the bench right onto the weathered wooden boards of the Boathouseâs deck.
âJim!! â¦â Michael cried in anguish trying to catch the sagging body of the editor and prevent his head from hitting the deck.
âJim! Jim!!! â¦â he was repeating in desperation not knowing what to do and not understanding what is happening to his mentor, âHelp!!â He yelled at the strange professor, but the professor was already bending over McCartyâs chalk-white face, putting his briefcase under his head and making sure that the editor is lying comfortably on the wooden boards. Dr. Rouleau was calm and collected; he was checking McCartyâs pulse, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and making sure that he is still breathing. He confidently turned the editor on his side, bent his left leg and looked at Michael.
âCalm down, Michael,â he said in powerful and demanding voice, ârun quickly to that bar and get me some cold, wet towels. Donât panic, the ambulance will be here in a second.â
Without any thinking Michael ran to the bar as quickly as he could and when he was running back carrying two white towels and the pitcher of ice he heard the loud siren of the approaching ambulance.
In less than a minute McCarty was placed on the stretcher with the oxygen mask over his face. His bare chest, his hands and his arms were covered with hundreds of tangled wires connected to the ambulanceâs heart monitoring equipment. His face regained its normal color, his eyes were open but it was obvious that he was still oblivious to what was going on around him. Two paramedics swiftly moved the stretcher inside of the ambulance and instantly connected the IV system to McCartyâs left arm. The third uniformed man with a small clip board in his hand walked towards Dr. Rouleau and Michael who was still trembling trying to overcome his initial shock.
âGentlemen,â the ambulance officer addressed the pair with the confident and demanding tone, âdo you know the patient?â
Michael nodded silently and looked at the professor who did not react to the question at all.
âWhat is the patientâs name? Are you his friend or a relative?â The official started the rapid fire of questions peering into Michaelâs eyes, âWhere you the one who called the ambulance?â
âNo ⦠Ah, mmm ⦠We're not really friends per se. We are, well, colleagues ⦠Mr. McCarty is my mentor. And â¦. Ah, I did not call the ambulance.â Michael said quietly looking back to the officer with a total confusion on his face.
âI did.â Dr. Rouleau stated confidently to Michaelâs total astonishment, âI have just met, Mr. McCarty but I will be glad to be of any assistance to you.â
âIn this case, would you, gentlemen, get into the vehicle and help me with the paper work on our way to the hospital, please? We need to get going right away!â The ambulance officer said clearly indicating that there could be no arguing.
The pair climbed into the ambulance vehicle and it immediately took off with its flashing bright lights reflected on the puzzled faces of onlookers who gathered around the Boathouse attracted by this unusual event.
Boulez immediately felt awkward and took his eyes of the strange professor. He looked around trying to hide his uncomfortable feeling and saw that it was already evening. The water in the lake had turned black, and a light boat was now gliding on it. One could even hear the splash of oars and the excited voices of a couple of teenagers on it. The public appeared everywhere and the Boathouseâs staff was lighting up the candles on the dining tables all around its banquet halls. The sky over Manhattan seemed to lose its color, and the full moon could be seen quite distinctly high above the classical silhouette of San Remo. It was much easier to breathe, and the voices under the old maple trees now sounded much clearer.
âAlthough I have never studied psychology, I have to admit that it does sound intriguingâ, McCarty said, âI am sure you have all the reasons to be fascinated by it, however, I have to beg your forgiveness for still having no idea what does it have to do with what Michael and I were discussing here.â
McCarty was about to add something else but suddenly another wave of strikingly sharp pain rushed through his chest stopping abruptly all the thoughts in his head. Green and red circles slowly immerged in front of his eyes and strange whistling noises along with the sounds of popping air balloons filled his consciousness. He dropped his briefcase, grasped his chest with both of his hands and started to slowly slide from the bench right onto the weathered wooden boards of the Boathouseâs deck.
âJim!! â¦â Michael cried in anguish trying to catch the sagging body of the editor and prevent his head from hitting the deck.
âJim! Jim!!! â¦â he was repeating in desperation not knowing what to do and not understanding what is happening to his mentor, âHelp!!â He yelled at the strange professor, but the professor was already bending over McCartyâs chalk-white face, putting his briefcase under his head and making sure that the editor is lying comfortably on the wooden boards. Dr. Rouleau was calm and collected; he was checking McCartyâs pulse, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and making sure that he is still breathing. He confidently turned the editor on his side, bent his left leg and looked at Michael.
âCalm down, Michael,â he said in powerful and demanding voice, ârun quickly to that bar and get me some cold, wet towels. Donât panic, the ambulance will be here in a second.â
Without any thinking Michael ran to the bar as quickly as he could and when he was running back carrying two white towels and the pitcher of ice he heard the loud siren of the approaching ambulance.
In less than a minute McCarty was placed on the stretcher with the oxygen mask over his face. His bare chest, his hands and his arms were covered with hundreds of tangled wires connected to the ambulanceâs heart monitoring equipment. His face regained its normal color, his eyes were open but it was obvious that he was still oblivious to what was going on around him. Two paramedics swiftly moved the stretcher inside of the ambulance and instantly connected the IV system to McCartyâs left arm. The third uniformed man with a small clip board in his hand walked towards Dr. Rouleau and Michael who was still trembling trying to overcome his initial shock.
âGentlemen,â the ambulance officer addressed the pair with the confident and demanding tone, âdo you know the patient?â
Michael nodded silently and looked at the professor who did not react to the question at all.
âWhat is the patientâs name? Are you his friend or a relative?â The official started the rapid fire of questions peering into Michaelâs eyes, âWhere you the one who called the ambulance?â
âNo ⦠Ah, mmm ⦠We're not really friends per se. We are, well, colleagues ⦠Mr. McCarty is my mentor. And â¦. Ah, I did not call the ambulance.â Michael said quietly looking back to the officer with a total confusion on his face.
âI did.â Dr. Rouleau stated confidently to Michaelâs total astonishment, âI have just met, Mr. McCarty but I will be glad to be of any assistance to you.â
âIn this case, would you, gentlemen, get into the vehicle and help me with the paper work on our way to the hospital, please? We need to get going right away!â The ambulance officer said clearly indicating that there could be no arguing.
The pair climbed into the ambulance vehicle and it immediately took off with its flashing bright lights reflected on the puzzled faces of onlookers who gathered around the Boathouse attracted by this unusual event.
