An ocean of carpet with one third of it hidden under an ocean
liner of a desk.  Behind it, an hugely enormous chair.  Yards
away from this gargantuan furniture cowered the tiny,
extremely low-slung chair for patients.

Jo Beth felt that this cartoonish architecture did not bode well
for the doctor's manner, and she was right.  Dr. Y. accused Jo
Beth of faking her jerks.   Jo Beth looked at him and thought
long and hard about jerks.  Then, she wondered aloud what
motive she could possibly have for constantly embarrassing
herself.   At last convinced the jerks were not of her choosing,
the doctor soon guessed that Jo Beth might have Tourette's.
("F*ck, f*ck f*ck!", thought Jo.)  Clonapin was prescribed.

The jerks got worse, and the drug interfered with Jo Beth's
sleep, which helped them get worse.   It was time for a new
neurologist, anyway.  Someone with a smaller desk.
He is Important with a Capital I

Where Jo Beth meets God's gift to neurologists.
Study Questions:
Is this an egotist's idea of feng shui?  
Does this guy seem as big an a-hole to
you as he did to Jo Beth?
Read my lips, Dr. Y
Look!  Up in the
 the big ego!
It's A-hole Man!
More on Tourette's.