Excerpt a pain in his shoulder. Bon, said Coue. Don’t lower your arm. Close your eyes and repeat with me as fast as you can, ‘Ca passe, ca passe.’ For half a minute they repeated this phrase together, speaking so fast as to produce a sound like the whirr of a rapidly revolving machine. Meanwhile Coue quickly stroked the man’s shoulder. At the end of that time the patient admitted that his pain had left him. Now think well that you can lift your arm, Coue said. The departure of the pain had given the patient faith. His face, which before had been perplexed and incredulous, brightened as the thought of power took possession of him. I can, he said in a tone of finality, and without effort he calmly lifted his arm to its full height above his head. He held it there triumphantly for a moment while the whole company applauded and encouraged him. Coue reached for his hand and shook it. My friend, you are cured.
C'est merveilleux,