There is, I'm afraid Jim, no question of rescuing The Laughing Man. And probably not much hope for Elizabeth either. They represent a variant of what is known in these parts as the South of Ireland Psychosis. It starts with the not uncommon prodromal symptom of obsessive, scrupulous guilt over completely trivial peccadilloes. This forces the patient into repeated demands for confession - which, of course, bring no ease or sense of absolution. The condition moves on, quite rapidly, to the delusional conviction that one has become possessed by the Devil. Each action, each thought, each wish is minutely examined for traces of possible culpability - which traces are invariably found, leading to an ever deepening despair &, eventually, a semi-inert, drooling passivity in which the features assume a Mongoloid, mask like appearance. The thoughts become incoherent. Strange word salads appear: '... I'm in a relevant aspect regretting my careless quotation of Ignatius yesterday ... The problem is in the fact that using a pejorative epithet, if so only in quoted form, does not help those fighting the misuse of the same ...' & so on. Occasionally, visual hallucinations appear. I remember one patient who kept seeing 'epithets'. 'Look at them,' he used to cry, 'the bastards. Just look at those buggering epithets with their filthy black tails ...' A terrible condition indeed. Some epidemiologists claim to detect an infective element in the pattern of distribution. I personally doubt this, but it may be wise to avoid too close or too prolonged a contact with affected subjects. Scottie B.