They put all their heads together, and they decided that there was nothing that could be done for this surgeon who had essentially separated himself from the world, who by that time had become so overwhelmed, not just with depression and feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy, but with obsessional thinking, obsessional thinking about coincidences.
De stak deres hoveder sammen, og de besluttede, at der ikke var mere, der kunne gøres for denne kirurg, der mere eller mindre havde separeret sig selv fra omverden, der på det tidspunkt var blevet så overmandet -- ikke bare med depression og følelser af uværdighed og utilstrækkelighed, men med tvangstanker, tvangstanker omkring tilfældige sammenfald.