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When young Rolfing was five or six, he was introduced to the traumatizing
conformity of first grade. Regardless of convention, defiant of imitation, he
quickly learned, on his first day, in fact, that there was an oasis in the
cerebral aridity that he found himself involved in. This oasis was the bathroom.
"Mr. Whitworth, are you still in there?", came Mrs. Grueldocker's not-too-pleasant
voice from outside the too-short door. "It's no use..."