That day, however, Arthur Goodell was not in the mood to experiment. He, too, had no record of any visits or recognitions. He could go visit Mrs. Morrison or call her on the visophone. Dr. Evanston had ordered to collect all the dream impressions of the singular patient in room 245, who was a paragon of mental fantasy, because Mrs. Morrison's madness went beyond the limits of psychiatry. But Arthur was deeply dejected.
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