Chapter 12 Dance With The Devil By Gunther Schwab Written in 1963.
WHEN
ROLANDE OPENED HER EYES, HER GAZE LIGHTED UPON
a
great bunch of roses that stood on a table in her room.
With
a feeling of cheerfulness and well-being, she arose,
yet
as she did so the whole nightmare character of the situation seemed to confront
her.
A
sudden, inner paralysis slowed down her movements. In the depths of her heart
there was,
indeed,
another thought – the hope for a little bit of happiness;
but
how could there be such a thing in a world that had become subject to devilish
powers?
Was
there still a way that led anywhere save to a miserable, pitiful death?
This
was the day of decision; yet for the moment it seemed to matter very little.
Had
not everything already been decided?
What
significance could the will of an isolated human being have in this world?
She
was hardly able to touch her breakfast.
When
the loud-speaker summoned her to present herself on an upper floor,
she
touched the little linen bag that she wore round her neck with trembling
fingers.
Then
she obeyed.
The
Devil was in excellent spirits.
"This
is an important day for my guests," he said, with a grimace.
"A
great day perhaps for me, too, if it's going to bring me such excellent
assistants."
He
looked with a twinkle in his eyes from one to the other.
The
engineer returned his gaze and seemed perfectly at ease,
but
in the case of Sten and Rolande there seemed to be something that made Satan
thoughtful.
He
felt that these two were not yet convinced and that they certainly
had
not yet surrendered to him. He would have to take them in hand.
It
was the engineer who broke the short silence.
"I
confess," he said, "that I'm not very impressed by all that we've
heard and seen."
"Indeed,"
said the Devil, with a sardonic smile, "and why not, if I may ask?"
"For
two days the attempt has been made here to prove to us that,
in
every corner of the world, the end of mankind has been successfully prepared.
If
that were so, one would think that men everywhere would be pining away
and
would be visibly approaching extinction.
But what do we actually see?
Mankind
is blooming and thriving; he grows more numerous from day to day,
and
the average length of life which in previous centuries (when, as you claim,
life
was much healthier), was twenty-two years, is now sixty-eight;
the net result of all this is that the world
is inhabited by increasing numbers of people
who
get progressively older and must, therefore, be presumed to be in excellent
health."
"You're
quite right, in regard to length of life, but wrong in the matter of health,
for
the higher expectation of life is paid for by a higher expectation of disease
at
a progressively younger age. The increased length of life is simply
due
to the long battle with disease."
Rolande
said: "Well, that's a wonderful achievement on the part of modern
medicine."
"The
postponement of death has nothing whatever to do with the ennobling of life;
people
are economizing in graves but have a deficiency of hospital beds.
If
you want to consider that a magnificent achievement —"
"I
don't share your views," said the doctor. "Hygiene has made human
life a fairer
and
a better thing, and has also pro-longed the average duration of life by
forty-six years. T
here's
no question about that. We doctors should surely be well satisfied."
The
Devil smiled.
"And
so am I, dear lady.
Hygiene
protects those who are prone to disease and makes healthy people
into
potential invalids.
In
civilized countries, as a result of hygiene and medical progress
you
now find that there are no more healthy people."
Rolande
was in her element. "Hygiene has most certainly lowered
the
incidence of bacterial disease."
"The
health of a people is not a question of bacilli.
Being
ill begins with a wrong spiritual direction.
But
I'd rather wait for my able assistant, Mekus,
who
is just on his way here and who will be only too pleased to explain our point
of view.
Mean-while,
may I just say one thing? I'd like you to think about it.
Disease
shows the greatest increase where the economic and sanitary conditions
of
life are most highly developed."
"For
instance, take the case of infantile paralysis."
The
voice came from Mekus himself, who was suddenly present in the room,
a
tall man, wearing a white coat and spectacles.
The
Devil nodded to him.
"Mekus
will give us some concrete figures."
The
Disease Devil spoke. "Let's take the case of Kenya; in the polio epidemic
of 1954,
250
white people per 10,000 contracted the disease, but only 60 Asiatics and 12
negroes.
Let's
take Roumania; in 1955-6, they had a polio epidemic there,
a
thing which has never happened before, and its chief incidence was in the
industrial centres
where
60 per cent of all cases were registered,
although
only 27 per cent of the total population lives there."
"We've
developed an excellent serum," said Rolande.
"An
excellent poison, whose danger hasn't yet been appreciated by man."
"You may say what you like. This poison, as you call it,
immunizes 75 per cent of all who are injected."
"Only
when the injections are continued; in other words,
you are battling against the symptoms and not
the cause."
"We
know that all too well," laughed the Boss.
Rolande:
"Tuberculosis is today no longer a lethal disease at all.
Mekus:
"But there are relatively few cures.
People
go on being sick, and keeping sick people alive is another of the achievements
of
modern hygiene. In 1938, 1945 and 1954 respectively,
there
were in Hamburg 26, 28 and 42 infectious cases of tuberculosis per 10,000
inhabitants."
Rolande:
"We've got the better of infant mortality."
Mekus:
"Which means that children who are constitutionally weaker remain alive,
and
later, as invalids, become a burden to the public.
If
epidemics are prevented from working themselves out and from eliminating sickly
people
the
whole picture of humanity will undergo a change for the worse.
Where
a person who has actually already been condemned to death is saved
by
the tricks of the medicine-man, then all you have done is to preserve for
humanity a creature
who
will continue to lead a sort of sham life as a permanent patient."
"I
can only regard such views as inhuman and devilish and I reject them utterly.
Medicine
has glorious achievements to its credit; that is a fact that nothing in the
world can alter."
Mekus
turned towards the girl; his attitude was friendly.
"How
is it then that the number of sick persons and of diseases increases along
with
the number of doctors?
People
praise the great achievements of medicine, the wonderful new possibilities
of
diagnosis and of certain specific therapies, but what they actually do is to
celebrate
sham
victories over individual symptoms.
What
they completely overlook is that the health of civilized nations is heading for
ruin."
Rolande
cried, "Medicine is alert; it inquires, it researches, it discovers, it
advances !
Where
there are failures, people should remember that scientific developments must be
judged
by
the final product and not by what happens on the way."
The
rest nodded their approval – this young doctor was very much alive to the situation.
The
Devil answered her: "Research may do what it can,
it
will never master today's increasing morbidity."
Mekus
put a question to the doctor.
"You
speak of progress and the development of modern medicine,
but
where in the civilized world is there a single nation, a single country – yes,
even,
a town or a district – which is truly healthy, which can get along without a
doctor,
a
dentist and a hospital? What, in a word, madame doctor,
do
you visualize under the concept 'Health'?"
"In
my view, everybody should be accounted healthy who feels himself free from
any
disability or disease; anybody in whom a doctor cannot find any morbid
symptoms."
"Nothing
is more significant for the present diseased state of the civilized world
than
such a pitiful definition. It proves, even if you may dispute it in your own
case,
that
my department can claim a clear success.
I
have already given you an insight into my method of work.
I
see to it that through my agents, medicine today has developed
a
completely misleading conception of health – or rather,
it
has never really got down to thinking about health at all."
Rolande:
"He who fights disease must first of all study disease."
"A
road that leads nowhere ! What you should do is to seek a completely healthy man
in
healthy surroundings, and make him the object of scientific study."
Sten
asked: "Where would you find him?"
"There's
no longer any such person because medicine has failed to discover him."
"There
are, unfortunately, the reservations, Mekus," the Devil interrupted.
"Yes,"
Mekus agreed, "in very distant and lonely parts of the world where
progress,
prosperity
and the blessings of technical achievement and of medicine have not yet
penetrated;
but
there'll soon be none of those left."
"In
my view," said Rolande, "mankind is healthy or, at any rate,
a
great deal healthier than he was in previous centuries."
Mekus
said, "What about the tiredness,' the continual petty sicknesses,
the
lack of any power of resistance to disease, of general malaise and nervousness,
sleeplessness,
loss of appetite, inactivity of the bowel and all the other disabilities
of
normal human life which primitive people have never heard of?
Do
you call that health?
"To
keep up your pretence of general health, you must make use of a trick;
from
decade to decade you must go on pretending that certain symptoms
of
sickness are not symptoms of sickness at all. In other words,
you
are continually lowering the norm of health; you are sick and will not admit
it;
you
deceive yourselves because that's the only way that you can make life
tolerable.
The
man with decaying teeth is still accounted healthy,
the
man with bad eyesight or with weak feet, the man with stomach and intestinal
trouble,
is
still considered a healthy man if he has no other obvious disabilities.
Rheumatic
complaints, all kinds of allergies, all kinds of disturbances in blood
circulation
are
treated as though they were normal for healthy man,
the
only criterion being that they don't call for immediate medical treatment.
Thus
there is created an ever-broadening twilight zone in which not even the doctor
can
say any longer where health stops and sickness begins.
This
new conception of health —"
Mekus
seemed lost in thought for a moment.
He
searched in his brief-case and pulled out some papers.
"In
the United States," he said, "for every 100 pregnancies, there are 25
still-births;
of
these, 15 show severe malformation; of the 75 remaining live births, 37 per
cent,
that
is to say, 27.7 individuals, show disabilities of various kinds in the first
fifteen years of life,
so
we get the result that out of 100 pregnancies, 52 children either do not enter
life at all,
or
become a burden to the community.
The
whole work and responsibility for public and private life rests on the residual
48 per cent,
of
24 men and 24 women, but of the 24 men, according to official figures,
60
per cent are unfit for military service. In New York,
a
city with exceptionally fine arrangements for the safeguarding of public
health,
700,000
people are sick every day. In 1925, 900 million dollars was spent for the
treatment
of
8 million rheumatics, without effecting any diminution in the numbers
suffering
from that disease.
Two
and a half million Americans are under continual treatment because of chronic
sickness,
heart
trouble, arterio-sclerosis, rheumatism, nervous trouble and so on.
One
million are incurables."
The
Devil thudded. "Well, how do you like that?" he asked.
The
Disease Devil continued: "Sixty per cent of all Americans suffer from
heart
and
circulation trouble; the number of the mentally sick who have been committed
to
institutions rose between 1931 and 1951 by 60 per cent.
The
number of permanent inmates rose correspondingly; in 1900,
every
tenth hospital bed was occupied by someone suffering from nervous trouble
or
mental illness; in 1950, it was every second hospital bed that was so occupied.
This
progress is certainly most gratifying. In Europe things are much the same.
In
1944, there were two districts in Germany in which almost all the young people
were healthy;
today
in the very best districts hardly more than 60 per cent of the young people are
truly healthy,
and
yet, since 1914, the number of doctors in Germany has multiplied three-fold.
In
the whole civilized world, chronic diseases have in-creased to such an enormous
extent
that neither doctors nor hospitals are sufficient to take the load."
The
Devil: "Excellent ! Excellent!"
Mekus
continued: "I make it my business to ensure the early death of potential
leaders
and
a premature unfitness for work in all professions.
Even
ten years ago, the age at which there was the greatest incidence of heart
failure was 58.
Today,
already, it is 50. The excessive mortality of those who bear responsibility
between
the ages of 50–65 is 50 per cent.
In
75 per cent of all who are actively employed permanent illness occurs twelve
years
before
the age when it had previously been expected, 4 to 5 per cent of all mankind
are
permanently sick and so are a burden to the community.
In
order to conceal this alarming development from the public,
my
agents chatter indefatigably about the rising standard of health and people
believe them."
"And
I say," insisted Rolande, "that medicine cannot be held responsible
for any of this.
If
there really are so many diseases, medicine is more necessary and is in point
of fact
more
effective than ever. As a doctor, I must believe that and do my best to bring
it about."
"You
forget one thing," said the Devil. "When I want to advance any
particular cause, I make it pay.
Are
you going to tell me that there are no medical men who would not rather embark
on a long
if
questionable course of treatment, with medicines, injections, radiation and all
the rest of it,
than
take the necessary steps to prevent a disease?"
"I
protest against the implied slur on my profession," cried Rolande angrily.
"There
are scoundrels in all walks of life, but they're in a minority in medicine
and
all decent doctors despise them."
"Even
if what you say were true, the integrity of doctors could not change the
existing situation.
For
doctors are no longer specialists in health, they are specialists in a disease
and
it is by disease that they live."
A
cold fury seized upon Rolande; she rose from her chair, her eyes blazing with
anger.
"I
protest, I protest!" she cried. "I protest against this insult to my
profession !
The
medical profession is the guardian of the highest values of mankind and its
members
are
continually demonstrating them by their example."
Mekus:
"There's no profession that's so open to temptation to betray those
values.
Many
members of it are actually my servants, though many unfortunately are still my
enemies.
It
is to counteract these that I have created the new medicine men.
The
parting of the ways dates from Pasteur.
Along
one road go the physicians who are conscious of their great responsibility;
it
is these whom I speak of as my enemies. Along the other march the medicine men
and,
let
me assure you, they are in excellent heart."
"I
think I see what you mean," said the girl, and a thoughtful expression
came over her face.
"During
the twentieth century, I have fostered a medical system which on the surface
seems
to
be scientifically exact, but in reality is one-sided and dogmatic."
Rolande
agreed. "But without scientifically exact research,
man
would be unable to make headway against the various infectious diseases which
threaten him."
"All
that suits us well. An inborn resistance to disease is one of the vital
functions of a healthy body.
If
it's no longer called upon to perform that function, it becomes incapable of
doing so,
and
when catastrophe comes, which makes it impossible for the doctor to be
available on call,
man
is lost."
The
Devil laughed. "I see quite a lot of such catastrophes ahead."
"What
kind of catastrophes?"
"Oh,
degeneration; new, hitherto unknown, and incurable diseases; economic want,
a
decay of intelligence —"
"Yes,"
the Disease Devil added, "then will begin the great universal dying:
mankind's
final, stupendous kicking of the bucket, an event which in his presumed wisdom
man
has
been working for generations to bring about. Naturally,
we'll
give him all the moral support we can, and look forward to a funeral with
billions of corpses."
"Unfortunately,
we've not quite reached that happy stage," said the Devil,
with
real melancholy in his voice.
"But
I've done a lot towards it," said Mekus, "by inventing the medicine
man I've virtually killed
the
doctors stone dead. I've liquidated the whole art of healing. By the
introduction of a scientific drill,
I've
destroyed the true healer's instinct.
I
caused those who are concerned about disease to be crushed by the weight of
analytic erudition,
and
so destroyed their contact with life. They can now become medicine men,
but
they can no longer become physicians.
The
numerical relation between the two has changed to the disadvantage of the
physician.
In
the end, we'll have nothing but specialists and dilettantes. Both are blind to
the wholeness of life."
But
Sten was not quite satisfied. "You're mistaken," he said,
"if
you think that people are altogether unaware of all this.
There
are many who have become sceptical of your therapeutic nihilism."
"I
simply decry them as mystics and hopelessly impractical cranks."
"Modern
forms of therapy are often extremely effective and -"
Mekus
smiled. "And the patients are greatly impressed by their momentary
success.
What
they don't know is their delayed effects.
Measured
by the impressive and expensive nature of the whole hospital apparatus,
the
therapeutic successes are really very modest indeed. With the increase of
morbidity,
they
will become steadily less. Also, in the long-run they can have unexpected and
exceedingly unwelcome consequences."
Once
more, Rolande was quite overpowered by her anger.
"You
make my blood boil," she said, "by your cynicism and by the way you
distort everything.
You
know very well that there are thousands of doctors who are unselfishly prepared
to save life
at
any time of the day or night. You know there are surgeons who, with blessed
hands,
perform
miracles; you know that there are nurses who are the very pick of womanhood,
who
devote themselves to human suffering for a beggarly pittance or, if they happen
to be nuns,
for
no payment at all. Not the Devil himself will ever succeed in diminishing the
grandeur of such lives."
With
a bored expression, and half-closed eyes, the Medicine Fiend waited for the end
of Rolande's outburst.
Now,
ignoring what had been said, he continued his narration.
"The
medicine men prolong the misery of disease. Indeed, they ensure that it will
never disappear,
because
their treatment of symptoms nearly always worsens the basic condition and
becomes
the
cause of yet further diseases; for they look upon illness as an isolated
phenomenon which
has
its origin in the human body. They do not understand that its roots are to be
found all around them,
in
their whole environment – in the air, in the water, in the soil – and that the
field where they must really
do
battle with death is in man's superstitious reverence for chemistry, and
technology,
in
his greed of gain, his maniac tendency to self assertion,
his
faith in progress and a rising standard of life.
Besides,
the purely mechanical procedures of the overcrowded consulting room,
where
each patient can obtain no more than a minute or two of the doctor's time,
are
them-selves temptations that induce the doctor to operate a kind of sham
therapy by tablet,
injection
and hurriedly scribbled prescription,
to
the neglect of the little of the true healing tradition that still remains.
All
this has led to a vast enlargement of the pharmaceutical industry;
for
every so-called disease there are now a hundred infallible little cures on
hand,
and
daily a new selection of the very latest wonder drugs is strewn on the medicine
man's table,
so
that he is continually tempted to pre-scribe something new
and
to increase the number of his prescriptions."
"And
not one of these wretched little cures is actually reliable," added the
Devil,
"though we keep the industry busy enough
by continually producing new strains
of
dangerous bacteria."
"The
number of people who actually die from taking these drugs is steadily
rising," said Mekus.
"You'd
scarcely believe how large is the number of those that have contracted
serious
organic disease by the continual swallowing of tablets, and suffer from various
forms
of
poisoning as a result of such indulgence.
The
really excellent thing about all this, is that most people are completely
ignorant of the real origins
of
their disease. The habit of swallowing medicines has become in itself a new
kind of disease;
in
the civilized world it has risen by 110 per cent since 1950.
"Every
fourth civilized man suffers from sleeplessness; the use of soporifics is
rising
at
the same rate as the cars on the road. Large quantities of pseudo-cures are
sold without any kind
of
medical control, day in, day out. Denmark, with 4 million inhabitants,
swallow
150 million tablets of aspirin in every year, and an equal number of other
headache tablets.
It
also buys nearly 10 tons of sleeping pills.
In
the German therapeutic week of 1952, over 100,000 different drugs were listed;
barely
a third of these required prescriptions.
The
population of West Germany consumes 2,200,000 tablets a day, that's 800
millions a year,
of
which 350 million are analgesics; 125 million are aspirins,
145
million soporifics and 180 millions laxatives."
T
he
Devil: "Splendid ! Now I'm confident that the morbid condition will be
maintained."
"All
these specifics, even when they produce the desired result, have injurious
secondary effects.
The
symptoms of poisoning that ensue are looked on as new forms of disease,
which
can again be counteracted with new forms of `happy pills'.
A
true diagnosis, it seems, is impossible, because there are a hundred different
poisons
working
together."
"But
you say nothing of the successes which do undoubtedly occur in these
cases,"
said
the girl.
"Well,
why should I? You say nothing about the failures – or rather,
the
disastrous delayed consequences, do you?
Aspirin,
a comparatively primitive form of medicine, produces temporarily a misleading
picture
of
mass well-being, but in the end it attacks the very roots of life.
Every
new therapy brings its own new pathology; new drugs produce new diseases.
`By
and large, there are three things that result from the continuous uncontrolled
taking
of
pharmaceutical preparations. A habit is formed, which ultimately becomes a
positive craving;
there
is organic damage; and, finally, there is the danger that the use of such drugs
prevents
the
new disease – say cancer – from being recognized immediately it appears.
"Many
of these so-called cures, if they are used over a long period of time,
produce
damage to the blood-forming bone-marrow; a great part of the allergy diseases,
among
which we must reckon asthma and migraine, are produced by this.
Insulin
treatment is liable to produce vascular diseases and also eye diseases which
sometimes
end
with definite blindness; it can affect the kidneys and the heart,
and
is liable to end up by inducing apoplexy and gangrene.
Penicillin
and Cortisone cause the natural powers of resistance to be weakened.
I
do my utmost to broadcast the merits of these particular drugs and to dwell
on
the immediate success they sometimes achieve, saying nothing about the fact
that
the success does not last.
"Man
doesn't know the total function of life, nor that of his own body.
I
inspire in him the presumptuous belief that he knows all about these things;
this
leads him to ever bolder experiments, of the ultimate results of which,
he
is, of course, ignorant. Why, he doesn't really know the effects of
synthetic-ally produced
hormones
and vitamins !
"Personally,
I'm entirely convinced that the misuse of drugs is a reason for the spread of
cancer.
It's
been definitely proved that a number of chemical substances are carcinogenous
and
almost all the so-called cures are based on derivatives of coal tar.
People
attach great importance to the destruction of disease germs and forget that
in
the Creator's plan, bacteria have a definite part to play.
The
skin and the mucous membrane of man are peopled by innumerable micro-organisms
which,
in their life-preserving function, are almost like yet another organ of the
body.
If
they're destroyed, that organ ceases to work."
"Excellent
! " said the Devil. "And what have you done to encourage this?"
"Has
it ever struck you, my friends, that the preparations which are supposed to
make men healthy
are
made in the same factories as those which we know are poisoning the soil,
poisoning
plants, food and man? To destroy man's self-reliance, his sense of
responsibility
for
himself and his will to health, I have made a superb invention:
the
Health Services in the various countries. I make men believe that their health
is
no longer their own concern, and this has wonderful results. Whoever is
actually paid for being ill,
whoever
that is to say, gets a doctor's certificate and money without work,
will
be only too glad when illness comes."
"You
have a strange twisted way of looking at things, Mr. Mekus," said Rolande.
"Being
ill is a misfortune, and free help is a modest compensation for that
misfortune.
After
all, every-body has paid into the fund which keeps him going in the event of
illness."
"Quite
true! And the very fact that he's paid in makes him want to get something out
of it,
and
he can only get something out of it if he's ill. That's how I cultivate an
inner vulnerability to disease.
And aren't there a great many people who take
out a great deal more than they've ever put in?"
"Only
if their illness is very serious indeed. We should surely not grudge such poor
people the benefits
due
to them from their insurance; they certainly don't cancel out the disadvantages
of being seriously ill."
Mekus:
"Still, it means that a number of healthy people have got to pay for a
single individual
who
happens to be ill."
Rolande:
"If anyone is lucky enough to enjoy good health, he should be only too
glad
to
come to the aid of his fellow men who have been struck down by disease. T
hat's
the ethical principle behind social insurance."
"You
might equally well say that such schemes force a man who's had sufficient sense
of
responsibility to lead a sober and natural life and has so preserved his
health,
to
pay for one who has thoughtlessly and wantonly destroyed it."
Rolande:
"As usual, you distort things.
I
suppose you think that if a man has the misfortune to be ill,
he
should be left to die in the street?
Before
there was social insurance that was very often more or less what did happen;
people
who hadn't got the money to pay the doctor were left to rot,
and
that wasn't so long ago, either."
"You
mean people who hadn't got the money for the medicine man !
The
true physician was always ready to help the sick without payment."
It
was Sten who spoke.
Mekus:
"Whatever you may say, in the final analysis people who are not insured
get well
more
quickly than those who are insured. Even in the case of wounds and accidents,
those
people who have really no time to be ill, and have got to pay for their
illnesses themselves,
get
well more quickly than the others. For the neurotic, social health insurance is
a positive danger.
"But
let me return to the main subject of my report. In order to weaken the
organism's power
of
resistance at the earliest possible moment, I introduced the compulsory inoculation
of
all children, even before they were weaned. I thus add to the damage already
done
by
civilization and make them even less able to resist the attacks of
disease."
As
a doctor, Rolande could not let this attack on an orthodox doctrine of medicine
to
go unanswered.
"You
know very well," she said, "that there are a number of virus diseases
which confront us
with
a very simple alternative: inoculation or death."
"I
see a simple alternative, too, but it's different to yours. Mine is `Live
healthily, or be inoculated'.
There
is no third possibility. It was I who tried to make vaccination compulsory for
every citizen,
because
I knew that the vaccine was a poison: it's played a big part in worsening
the
constitutional condition of entire nations. After vaccination children often
have a striking
set-back
in their mental development."
"That's
fine, Mekus," muttered the Devil. "Fine!"
"The
latent diseases are often simply not recognized by the medicine men.
And
now I come to the most important of all; when we talk of illness and the
medicine man,
we
must never forget our beloved, wonderful, and most excellent friend,
cancer."
Suddenly,
from out of nowhere, Murduscatu appeared beside Mekus.
He
stood silently gazing into space; neither Mekus, nor the Devil himself took
much notice of him;
they
seemed to be quite prepared for his appearance. After a moment or two, Mekus
continued :
"You've
heard how we foster cancer.
It
lurks everywhere, in all things, in all manner of substances; in every drink we
take,
in
every bit of nourishment – and mankind does not know it, or simply will not
believe it."
"What
really is the cause of cancer?"
"Cancer
arises from a lack of oxygen in the cells; the oxygen requirements of the body
must
be met by breathing and food. We have lowered the oxygen content of the air
and
of all our foods by adding chemical substances; we have also, thanks to the
mass invasion
of
poisons into our bodies weakened the activity of the enzymes which govern
the
breathing of cells.
As
a result of this, there is an oxygen deficiency in the organism as a whole and
with
this the necessary preconditions for cancer are created.
The
injured cells begin an abnormal process of division and start to riot;
the
cancerous growth is born."
"That
seems clear and logical enough," said Groot. "Has nobody ever
recognized this fact?"
"Nobody
has so far," Mekus said, with a note of triumph in his voice.
"He's
lying," came the grumbling voice of Murduscatu and all looked towards him.
"Professor
Otto Warburg, the Director of the Max-Planck Institute for Cell Physiology in
Berlin,
has
showed beyond all possibility of disproof that cancer arises through damage
to
the breathing process of the cells due to a lack of oxygen."
Mekus
said, "But thanks to the Devil, mankind has completely ignored this
truth.
My
success on the cancer sectors will not be impaired by such indiscretions
on
the part of a handful of people who are too clever by half.
My
agents have been directed in no circumstances to allow the spreading
of
the view that cancer is the final stage of a long pathological development,
the
origin of which is to be found in the poisoning of man's whole environment.
That's
why doctors still tend to look on cancer as a local phenomenon and seek
to
heal it by local treatment."
"Seek
to heal it?" said Rolande, again very much the doctor.
"Surgery
and irradiation have achieved excellent results.
There
is no doubt whatever about that."
"An
operation can temporarily get rid of a local growth.
The
part that's been operated on is, for a short time, immune to cancer,
but
that does not apply to the organism as a whole. If the patient survives,
he
has as much chance of having a malignant tumour as one who hasn't been
operated
on
at all. In order to lull men into a false sense of security,
I
have created a special sub-section for cancer propaganda.
I do a regular trade in optimism, so that man
will be insulated from all real knowledge of this matter
and
will be under no pressure to change his way of life. I lull him to sleep,
so
that he is unconscious of the peril."
Murduscatu
interrupted: "Tall talk! Your plot has been discovered and the success
of
your work is now in danger. The International Cancer Congress of 1951–2 found
that 82 per cent
of
those treated for cancer died within a period of six months to five years;
16
per cent of those treated died later; also of cancer.
Only
2 per cent of those treated were cured by surgical means.
"The
latest American statistics show that orthodox medicine failed to cure the
following percentages
of
cases: 96 per cent of stomach and intestinal cases; 65 per cent cancer of the
breast;
86
per cent cancer of the large intestine; 85 per cent cancer of the womb.
The
patients in these cases died within five years after the commencement of
treatment.
Many
researchers are saying today that it's best not to treat cancer at all.
What
is coming over your department that they can permit such views to be uttered?
And
that's not all.
There's
a growing volume of opinion that cancer should be combated at the point where
we,
the
Devil's servants, create it.
A
world revolution in the way of life is being planned,
which
may actually lead people back to true health.
The
object is to remove the poisons from life and that would mean the end of our
whole
Disease Department. What has the Department head to say to that?"
The
Devil interrupted. "Murduscatu knows that such a complete conversion is
quite impossible.
We
don't want to waste our time with Utopias."
Mekus
bowed. "Thank you, Boss. May I be allowed to say that I couldn't agree
more?
As
things are, people listen eagerly to all the wiseacres who tell them that
everyone
over
the age of 45 could keep clear of lung cancer if he had an X-ray examination
every
six months and if every tumour on the lung was immediately operated upon.
Of
course, the truth is that people who are operated on for cancer of the lung
never
live more than another eighteen months at the
most after the operation;
the
six-monthly X-ray examination would only produce a mass of further cancerous
growths,
though
these and all that followed them would be fine-business for our medicine
men."
Mekus's
remarks seemed to worry Groot particularly.
"From
what you say," he said, "I gather that radiation therapy for cancer
is a pure swindle."
"That's
quite correct. Radiation interferes with the breathing of the cells.
It
may be able temporarily to slow down the growth of a tumour, but while doing
this,
it
necessarily affects tissue in the immediate neighbourhood of the tumour and
leads
to
a cancerous degeneration of normal cells.
What
radiation does is to lower the body's general power of resistance and prepare
the way
for
secondary growths. Except for skin cancer, radiation has never brought about an
improvement
in
the patient's condition, let alone cured him.
As
against this, it often causes burns and a worsening of the general condition
that ends
with
the patient's death; in some cases, it is certain beyond any doubt that
operations and radiation
bring
about a rioting of cancerous growth.
Many
deaths of cancer patients are directly due to the operation."
"I'm
almost satisfied," said the Boss. "I'm convinced that almost all the
diseases known
to
us can be made to disappear by a simple and healthy way of life. All
departments will,
there-fore,
direct their efforts towards making the spread of such a way of life
impossible,
while
those who advocate it will be visited with the curse of ridicule.
Still,"
he added, "there's one thing I want to warn you about, and that's the
Nature healers;
see
that they don't upset your apple cart."
"In
nearly all countries, for all practical purposes, the law has gagged and bound
them," said Mekus.
"I
myself managed to upset a plan for the creation of a Chair of Nature Healing.
A
suggestion made in West Germany that there should be special health teaching
as
part of the school curriculum, was brought to nothing because of pressure from
above.
My
medicine men have erected a water-tight wall round themselves which stops any
mere layman,
or
anybody hostile to their interests, from influencing them in any way.
The
Austrian Chamber of Physicians are petitioning the government to use every
means
of
combating the nature healer, who was actually damaging the medical profession
to
quite an appreciable extent. In Germany, too, the medicine men are doing their
utmost
to
ensure the forcible suppression of nature healing by the govern-ment.
I
might add that all the practical knowledge of healing,
acquired
and tested by man over thousands of years – that is to say,
nine-tenths
of all the old intuitive knowledge of such matters – has been thrown overboard
as
worthless and out-of-date”
"Be
a good chap, will you," said the Boss, "and try and finish soon
now."
"In
conclusion then, I may say that, thanks to the work of my Department and the
concentrated
efforts
of the medicine men, the general decline of health can no longer be arrested
and
is increasing to a most gratifying degree."
"Long
live progress," laughed the Devil.
"Never,
in the history of man, has such a perilous state of affairs existed as it does
today.
For
the high incidence of disease and the mounting costs of medical care we can
thank nobody
but
the medicine man and the grossly inflated Health Services.
The
result of this must necessarily be that the inferior types to be found in all
sections of society
will
come increasingly to the fore and will exercise a growing influence.
This
must result inevitably from the negative selection that has for centuries been
practised
by
medicine. The intensity of this process is cumulative and mankind cannot
possibly survive it."
It
was Rolande who spoke. "I'm sure," she said, "that the mistakes
which medicine has made
will
be recognized by the profession and will be put right."
Mekus
smiled. "Medicine has contrived to manoeuvre itself into the very heart of
a world-wide crisis;
it
has done this through its own mechanization, short-sightedness, and the
narrowing of thought
which
has taken place under the guise of scientific exactitude. In the end, this will
be fatal
for
medicine itself. At the moment, the doctrines of official medicine stand
arrayed against
all
that might help towards the saving of life."
"All
false doctrines ultimately die."
"False
doctrines in science take fifty years before they're re‑placed by true
one,
because
not only the old professors, but their students must first die."
Sten
said, “Then mankind will recover after fifty years.”
“then
it will be too late,” said the Boss.
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