Sigmund Freud, Mahatma Gandhi
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Though both were strangers in a strange land, the two men had little in common. Gandhi didn't believe in the unconscious, and Freud had no time for passive resitance. "I prefer existence to extinction," said the analist, who was dying of cancer.
"Each," the Mahatma replied, " is an illusion."
Their only points of agreementwere a shared dislike of English food and a weakness for english murders.
Hour after hour,about the comparative merits of arsenic and strychnine, cyanide and acid baths.
The discussion left them with sharpened appetites, but when they took a look at the menu their worst fears were confirmed.
" 'Bubble and Squak'? 'Spotted Dick'? 'Toad in a Hole'? " Freud read, and he heaved a despairing sigh. "Just a glass of water please."
"And for me, " Gandhi added, "a small cup of salt."