Fredric Brown - The Yehudi Principle
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The Yehudi Principle
by Fredric Brown
I am going crazy.
Charlie Swann is going crazy, too. Maybe more than I am, because it was his dingbat. I mean, he made it and he thought he knew what it was and how it worked.
You see, Charlie was just kidding me when he told me it worked on the Yehudi principle. Or he thought he was. The Yehudi principle? I said.
The Yehudi principle, he repeated. The principle of the little man who wasnt there. He does it.
Does what? I wanted to know.
The dingbat, I might interrupt myself to explain, was a head-band. It fitted neatly around Charlies noggin and there was a round black box not much bigger than a pillbox over his forehead. Also there was a round flat copper disk on each side of the band that fitted over each of Charlies temples, and a strand of wire that ran down behind his ear into the breast pocket of his coat, where there was a little dry cell battery.
It didnt look as if it would do anything, except maybe either cure a headache or make it worse. But from the excited look on Charlies face, I didnt think it was anything as commonplace as that.
Does what? I wanted to know.
Whatever you want, said Charlie. Within reason, of course. Not like moving a building or bringing you a locomotive. But any little thing you want done, he does it.
Who does?
Yehudi.
I closed my eyes and counted to five, by ones. I wasnt going to ask, Whos Yehudi?
I shoved aside a pile of papers on the bedId been going through some old clunker manuscripts seeing if I could find something good enough to rewrite from a new angleand sat down.
O.K., I said. Tell him to being me a drink.
What kind?
I looked at Charlie, and he didnt look like he was kidding. He had to be, of course, but
Gin buck, I told him. A gin buck, with gin in it, if Yehudi knows what I mean.
Hold out your hand, Charles said.
I held out my hand. Charlie, not talking to me, said, Bring Hank a gin buck, strong. And then he nodded his head.
Something happened either to Charlie or to my eyes, I didnt know which. For just a second, he got sort of misty. And then he looked normal again.
And I let out a kind of a yip and pulled my hand back, because my hand was wet with something cold. And there was a splashing noise and a wet puddle on the carpet right at my feet. Right under where my hand had been.
Charlie said, We should have asked for it in a glass.
I looked at Charlie and then I looked at the puddle on the floor and then I looked at my hand. I stuck my index finger gingerly into my mouth and tasted.
Gin buck. With gin in it. I looked at Charlie again. He asked, Did I blur?
Listen, Charlie, I said. Ive known you for ten years, and we went to Tech together and But if you pull another gag like that Ill blur you, all right. Ill
Watch closer this time, Charlie said. And again, looking off into space and not talking to me at all, he started talking. Bring us a fifth of gin, in a bottle. Half a dozen lemons, sliced, on a plate. Two quart bottles of soda and a dish of ice cubes. Put it all on the table over there.
He nodded his head, just like he had before, and darned if he didnt blur. Blur was the best word for it.
You blurred, I said. I was getting a slight headache.
I thought so, he said. But I was using a mirror when I tried it alone, and I thought maybe it was my eyes. Thats why I came over. You want to mix the drinks or shall I?
I looked over at the table, and there was all the stuff hed ordered. I swallowed a couple of times.
Its real, Charlie said. He was breathing a little hard, with suppressed excitement. It works, Hank. It works. Well be rich! We can
Charlie kept on talking, but I got up slowly and went over to the table. The bottles and lemons and ice were really there. The bottles gurgled when shaken and the ice was cold.
In a minute I was going to worry about how they got there. Meanwhile and right now, I needed a drink. I got a couple of glasses out of the medicine cabinet and the bottle opener out of the file cabinet, and I made two drinks, about half gin.
Then I thought of something. I asked Charlie, Does Yehudi want a drink, too?
Charlie grinned. Twoll be enough, he told me.
To start with, maybe, I said grimly. I handed him a drinkin a glassand said, To Yehudi. I downed mine at a gulp and started mixing another.
Charlie said, Me, too. Hey, wait a minute.
Under present circumstances, I said, a minute is a minute too long between drinks. In a minute I shall wait a minute, butHey, why dont we let Yehudi mix em for us?
Just what I was going to suggest. Look, I want to try something. You put this headband on and tell him to. I want to watch you.
Me?
You, he said. It cant do any harm, and I want to be sure it works for everybody and not just for me. It may be that its attuned merely to my brain. You try it.
Me? I said.
You, he told me.
Hed taken it off and was holding it out to me, with the little flat dry cell dangling from it at the end of the wire. I took it and looked it over. It didnt look dangerous. There couldnt possibly be enough juice in so tiny a battery to do any harm.
I put it on.
Mix us some drinks, I said, and looked over at the table, but nothing happened.
You got to nod just as you finish, Charlie said. Theres a little pendulum affair in the box over your forehead that works the switch.
I said, Mix us two gin bucks. In glasses, please. And nodded. When my head came up again, there were the drinks, mixed. Blow me down, I said. And bent over to pick up my drink.
And there I was on the floor.
Charlie said, Be careful, Hank., If you lean over forward, thats the same as nodding. And dont nod or lean just as you say something you dont mean as an order.
I sat up. Fan me with a blowtorch, I said.
But I didnt nod. In fact, I didnt move. When I realized what Id said, I held my neck so rigid that it hurt, and didnt quite breathe for fear Id swing that pendulum.
Very gingerly, so as not to tilt it, I reached up and took off the headband and put it down on the floor.
Then I got up and felt myself all over. There were probably bruises, but no broken bones. I picked up the drink and drank it. It was a good drink, but I mixed the next one myself. With three-quarters gin.
With it in my hand, I circled around the headband, not coming within a yard of it, and sat down on the bed.
Charlie, I said, youve got something there. I dont know what it is, but what are we waiting for?
Meaning? said Charlie.
Meaning what any sensible man would mean. If that darned thing brings anything we ask for, well, let s make it a party. Which would you rather have, Lili St. Cyr or Esther Williams? Ill take the other.
He shook his head sadly. There are limitations, Hank. Maybe Id better explain.
Personally, I said, I would prefer Lili to an explanation, but go ahead. Lets start with Yehudi. The only two Yehudis I know are Yehudi Menuhin, the violinist, and Yehudi, the little man who wasnt there. Somehow I dont think Menuhin brought us that gin, so
He didnt. For that matter, neither did the little man who wasnt there. I was kidding you, Hank. There isnt any little man who wasnt there.
Oh, I said. I repeated it slowly, or started to. Thereisnt -anylittlemanwhowasnt I gave up. I think I begin to see, I said. What you mean is that there wasnt any little man who isnt here. But then, whos Yehudi?
There isnt any Yehudi, Hank. But the name, the idea, fitted so well that I called it that for short.
And what do you call it for long?
The automatic autosuggestive subvibratory superaccelerator. I drank the rest of my drink.
Lovely, I said. I like the Yehudi principle better, though. But theres just one thing. Who brought us that drink-stuff? The gin and the soda and the so forth?
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