I read the questionnaires, and while I was reading them I composed my responses in my head. The questions addressed a multitude of personal topics and referred to my life history from birth to the present day. Each one had only a limited space for the answer, and yet each one deserved a response that was almost infinitely long, or at least spanning a volume or more, and not the slim ones either. For example: your relationship and its problems. Which relationship? All of them? Wow … Please describe in five lines the problems with every relationship you’ve ever had. He might as well have set the questionnaire out as one of those multiple-choice exams. There were also questions about professional matters: how do I get on with my bosses, with my subordinates, etc. Bosses? Does anyone have a boss in this world? And subordinates? God forbid. In other words, I saw how the whole thing was shaping up: therapy for builders, office workers and executives. If you don’t fit into one of those categories, it’s because you’re mad. There must be something wrong with you if you’re a free person.