“Mom，”says Little Freud in a voice fraught with meaningful implication，“you，re obsessing. You shouldn，t dis-empower me this way. Why allow my behavior to affect your own sense of self？ Besides，I have to stay in bed for a while to experience the consciousness of my being when my being is in nothingness.”
“That，s easy for you to say，”says the simple-minded mother.“But I say you，re sleeping. Now get up and help rake the leaves.”
“Class transference，”says Little Freud.
Little Freud also knows now that nothing is as simple as it might seem. Calling him to dinner can set off an analysis of your childhood：
“Dinner，s ready，”says Simple Mind.
“Don，t you think it，s time you stopped taking your Oedipal rage out on me？”asks Little Freud.“Just because you could never lure your father away from your mother is no reason to resent me.”
“What are you talking about？”asks Simple Mind.“I said it，s time to eat. What does that have to do with Oedipus？”
“In your unconscious，you associate food with pre-Oedipal gratification，which sets off a chain of associative thoughts leading straight to your rage，which you cannot acknowledge and， therefore，you transfer your hostility to me.”
“Be quiet and eat your dinner before it gets cold，”says Simple Mind.
“Aha！”says Little Freud，triumphant.“You see？ Classic regression.”
Little Freud is at his most eloquent when he points out how wrong his simple-minded parents are about their method of raising kids：
“You，re not parenting him properly，”says Little Freud of his younger brother.“You，re too permissive，probably because you，re projecting your desire to be free of the shackles of your own stifled childhood.”
“And he seems to have a lot of rage，”says Little Freud.“His id has taken over，and his super-ego has collapsed. He seems to be entertaining some classic primordial fixations . In fact，I think he wants to kill me.”
“He doesn，t really want to kill you，dear，”says Simple Mind.“I，ve hired him to do it for me.”
“Classic projection，”says Little Freud.
你家孩子上大一，他在心理学学业过半时回家来探亲，这种欢乐无与伦比。
才不是。
突然间，你会发现自己和小弗洛伊德生活在一起了，而且他还会发现你的本质。在接受了学校的教育之后，现 在他知道：1）你每餐饭后洗碗的习惯是一种强迫症；2）你吸烟是因为你的注意力集中在嘴上；3）在抚养他的 幼弟这件事上，父母正在犯严重的错误。
没有一种行为能逃过小弗洛伊德的监视，连最简单的谈话都被赋予深奥而高深莫测的含义。
例如，早晨叫小弗洛伊德起床突然间变成了控制权的探讨：
“中午都过了，”头脑简单的母亲说，“你怎么还不起床？”
“妈妈，”小弗洛伊德用一种意味深长的声音说道，“您真烦人，您不应该这样剥夺我的权利。为什么要让我 的行为影响到您的自我感觉呢？还有，我必须在床上再躺一会儿，我要体验一下：当我处于无欲状态时，我的 个人存在感。”
“你说得倒轻巧，”头脑简单的母亲说，“但我要说的是，你就是在睡觉。现在给我起床，去搭把手，用耙子 把落叶耙到一堆。”
“典型的推卸责任。”小弗洛伊德说道。
现在，小弗洛伊德也许还认识到，任何事情都不像它看上去那么简单。叫他吃饭也会引发一段他对你的儿童时 代的分析：
“晚饭准备好了。”头脑简单的母亲说道。
“别把您恋母情结的怒火发泄在我的身上，好吗？”小弗洛伊德问道，“就是因为您从来无法从您母亲那里把 您父亲的注意力吸引过来，而这并不应该成为您迁怒于我的原因。”
“你在说什么呢？”头脑简单的母亲问道，“我说吃饭的时间到了。这和恋母情结有什么关系？”
“在您的潜意识里，您把食物与前期的恋母情结所带来的满足感联系起来，这引起了一连串的相互关联的思想，直接导致了您的发怒，您不会承认这些的，所以您将敌意转移给我。”
“闭嘴，吃你的饭，一会儿就凉了。”头脑简单的母亲说道。
“啊哈！”小弗洛伊德得意扬扬地说道，“看到了吗？典型的让步。”
当小弗洛伊德指出头脑简单的父母抚养孩子的方式存在错误时，才辩无双：
“你们教育得不对，”说起自己的小弟弟，小弗洛伊德说道，“你们太放纵他了，可能是因为你们希望从自己 那压抑的童年时代的束缚中解脱出来。”
“他好像怒气太盛，”小弗洛伊德继续说道，“他的本我被控制，而且他的超我已经崩溃了。他好像是正在享 受着某种典型的原始固恋，。事实上，我认为他想要杀了我。”
“他不是真的想要杀了你，亲爱的。”头脑简单的母亲说道，“是我雇他为我做这件事的。”
“典型的映射。”小弗罗洛德说道。
semester
【释义】n. 学期；半年
【短语】one semester 一学期；spring semester 春季学期
scrutiny
【释义】n. 详细审查；监视；细看；选票复查
【短语】scrutiny standard 审查，标准；under scruting 受到关注
incomprehensible
【短语】incomprehensible mathematics puzzles 难以破解的数学题
fraught
【释义】adj. 担心的，忧虑的；充满的
【短语】fraught with 充满
consciousness
【释义】n. 意识；知觉；觉悟；感觉
【短语】social consciousness 社会意识；
collective consciousness 集体意识，集团意识
gratification
【释义】n. 满意；喜悦；使人满意之事
【短语】Delayed Gratification 延迟享乐
associative
【释义】adj. 联想的；联合的；组合的
【短语】associative memory 联想记忆
eloquent
【释义】adj. 意味深长的；雄辩的，有口才的；有说服力的；动人的
【短语】an eloquent speech 有说服力的演讲
A Day in the Stream/ 溪边的一天
Although it maintained a humble exterior，the Montana dude ranch where I was to meet my latest client was much more than a corral-and bunkhouse affair. A chef with a tall white hat prepared gourmet meals； the massage sign-up sheet was posted on an easel by the front desk； the fax and copy machine were to the left.
I stepped out of my vehicle to meet my client and his wife. He was strong and solidly built. He looked like a model for an outdoor catalogue. The fishing vest was stiff with newness； all of the correct hardware，shiny and untested，hung from his chest，like tools in a tool shed. The felt on his wading boots was as white as snow. A handcrafted net swung on his back. The rod had never gotten wet，much less caught a fish，and the line was shiny from lack of use. The reel was on backward.
Typical beginner，I thought. I reached out to shake his hand. A firm grip grabbed back. His wife， an attractive woman brimming with confidence，took a photo of us，then waved good-bye with an arm heavily weighted with turquoise bracelets.
First I turned his reel around. He smiled and shrugged. Then we began his casting lesson on the lawn behind the main lodge.
To my surprise，he was one of those rare people who connect with a fly rod almost immediately and the line seemed to magically flow above his silhouette on the lawn.
“I could just stand here all day and cast，”he said，smiling.
We did not have to travel far to the water，since a perfectly sweet little creek ran along the last six miles of the rutted dirt road I had traveled that morning. The warmth of the sun raised the water temperature enough to awaken the rainbow and cutthroat trout that slumbered，and the caddis flies were dancing their erratic dance，here and there，over the water.
Even in hip waders we were overdressed for the ankle-deep creek，but we stepped in，waded out to the middle and faced upstream. My client cast，and I pointed to the place the fly should land.
“Oh，hey！ Look at that，”he said when the first fish struck. He was truly awed. The second time a trout struck，his shouts of surprise and joy rang up and down the creek，and we happily reeled in a sparkling，eight-inch wild rainbow.
“Isn，t that beautiful？”he said softly，and every trout after that was beautiful，incredible， amazing，and fantastic. A little brook trout took the fly，and I held it so my client could see the blue rings around the bright-orange spots.
“That，s the prettiest thing I，ve ever seen，”he said with sincerity.
