William’s eye was drawn to a white marble head mounted on a plinth on the doctor’s desk. ‘That’s a Cycladic head on your desk.’ ‘Yes,’ Baulieu replied, keeping his head down. ‘Is it linked to your work?’ ‘Follow that thought,’ the doctor said softly. ‘It has no eyes, because your patients can’t see. No mouth, because they can’t talk. Just the nose to breathe through.’ The doctor looked
