"Doctor, you've got to help me," came the frantic call to the psychiatrist. "The man next door thinks he's in an opera. He sings day and night at the top of his
voice. It's driving me crazy."
"Send him to me," advised the shrink. A week later, the caller phoned again,
sounding much calmer. "Doctor, I don't know how you did it, but he's hardly
singing at all now. Did you cure his delusion?"
"Not exactly," the psychiatrist replied. "I just gave him a much smaller part."
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