A poet went to see a doctor. He said to him:
“I have all kinds of terrible symptoms. I am unhappy and uncomfortable, my hair and my arms and legs are as if tortured.”
The doctor answered:
“Is it not true that you have not yet given out your latest poetic composition?”
“That is true,” said the poet.
“Very well,” said the physician, “be good enough to recite.”
He did so, and, at the doctor’s orders, said his lines again and again.
Then the doctor said:
"Stand up, for you are now cured. What you had inside had affected your outside.
Now that it is released, you are well again."