Dysart Objective. What he says about himself

• I'm lost 
• I'm wearing that horse's head myself
• I can't see it because my educated, average head is being held at the wrong angle 
• I'm desperate 
• I can't jump because the bit forbids me 
• I handle children's heads 
• I must presume to be more complicated at least in the area of my chief concern
• I'm sorry. I'm not making much sense 
• I can take no more patients at the moment. I can't even cope with the ones I have
• I share this room with two highly competent psychiatrists
• My names Martin Dysart. I'm please to meet you (meeting Alan's parents) 
• I like it better than the other two (talking about Alan's advert jingles)
• I was wrong I really do think that one's better (again talking about Alan's advert jingles)
• I had this very explicit dream. In it I'm a chief priest in Homeric Greece I'm wrestling wide gold mask 
• I've started to feel distinctly nauseous
• I redoubled my efforts to look professional
• I'd like to spend the next ten years wandering very slowly around the real Greece
• I gave him the right answer 
• I tried to discover none too successfully 
• I shall find out on Sunday 
• I want to have a look at his house so invited myself over 
• I understood Mr. Strang doesn't approve( with Alan's mothers teaching of the Christian belief)  
• I'm fascinated by the fact that Alan wouldn't ride 
• I said the truth 
• I've never been on a horse in my life 
• I felt real alarm
• I'm delighted to see you 
• I don't quite understand 
• I'd have thought he'd have wanted you to work with him 
• I told you I'm married 
• Antiseptic proficiency. I was like that in those dogs 
• I see us in our wedding photo 
• I sit opposite, turning the pages of art books on Ancient Greece. I still trial a faint scent of my enthusiasm across her path 
• I wish there was one person I could take to Greece, and stand in front of certain Shrines... and say "Look!" life is only comprehensible through a thousand local Gods 
• If I had a son, I bet you he'd come out exactly like his mother
• I'm sorry about our row yesterday
• God then leave me behind
• I can hear the creature's voice. It's calling me out of the black cave
• I can trace them. I can even, with time, pull them apart again.
• What am I doing here? I don't mean clinically doing or socially doing. I mean fundamentally
• I haven't seen him, I cancelled his appointment this morning. 
• I am almost tempted to play the real trick on him 
• I shrank my own life 
• I settled for being pallid and provincial, out of my own eternal timidity. 
• I need her sympathy mixed with resentment... I tell everyone Margaret's the puritan, I'm the pagan. 
• I say "What instinctual truths were lost with it"
• I sit looking at pages of centaurs trampling the soil of Argos. 
• I watch that woman knitting, night after night - a woman I haven't kissed in six years- and he stands in the dark for an hour, sucking the sweat off his God's hairy cheek.
• Can I make it up to you now? 
• There's a sea - a great sea - I love... It's where the Gods used to go to bathe 
• There's a village I spent one night in, where I'd like to live. It's all white
• I don't actually enjoy being a Nosey Parker you know
• I'll take it away 
• I need more 
• I cannot call it ordained of God I can't get that far