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# Mr. Todpotter and the Psychoanalyst This is a humorous short story with accompanying illustration satirizing early psychoanalysis trends. Mr. Todpotter consults Dr. Purty, a psychoanalyst, about his wife's complaints—particularly that he's stubborn and won't listen to her. The joke plays on psychoanalytic pretension: Dr. Purty makes absurd observations (claiming Todpotter has a "golf divot" stuck in his skull) while Todpotter misunderstands or deflates the analysis with literal-minded comments. The illustration shows Todpotter in a stable with horses labeled "Shoofly" and "Taboy," captioned with him threatening to rent out the psychoanalyst's room—suggesting the analysis is worthless and he'd rather make money. The satire mocks both psychoanalysis as a pseudo-scientific fad and Todpotter as an uncooperative, obtuse patient resistant to self-examination.
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