Doc. Hollywood :
Good. Let's see what we've got.
You're a lucky man, Mr. Whale.
Whatever damage was done by your stroke,
it left your motor abilities relatively unimpaired.
James Whale :
Yes, Dr. Payne, but what about
from the neck upwards?
What's the story there?
Doc. Hollywood :
That's what I'm trying to explain.
The central nervous system
selects items from a constant
storm of sensations —
Whatever was killed in your stroke seems
to have short-circuited this mechanism.
James Whale :
So you're saying there's
An Electrical Storm going on
inside My Head.
Doc. Hollywood :
Well, that's as good a way
as any to describe it.
I've seen far worse cases.
James Whale :
What about all The Rest?
The killing headaches.
The phantom smells.
My inability to close my eyes,
without thinking of a hundred
things simultaneously.
Doc. Hollywood :
I've never encountered the
olfactory hallucinations before,
but I'm sure they're related.
James Whale :
So, what do I do?
Doc. Hollywood :
Take the Luminol to sleep...
and whenever you feel
an attack coming on.
James Whale :
What you're saying is that this isn't
just a case of resting until I'm better,
but that my condition will continue
to deteriorate until
the end of my life?
