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...took my pill at eleven," reported Novelist Aldous Huxley in The Doors of Perception. "I [was] in a world where everything shone with the Inner Light . . . The legs, for example, of that chair-how miraculous their tubularity ... I spent several minutes-or was it several centuries?-not merely gazing at those bamboo legs but actually being them . . ." Amateur Mystic Huxley was experimenting with mescaline, a drug which some have thought might become a psychiatrist's tool, like pentothal and Amytal. The purpose of these drugs is to banish a patient's inhibitions and "bring him out of himself...
Somewhat closer to Huxley's goal is a new drug called Meratran, hailed by its makers as a "pink pill to cure the blues.'' Developed by the William S. Merrell...
...Cincinnati, the pink pill-chemical name: alpha (2-piperidyl) benzhydrol hydrochloride-was tested for 18 months by two local doctors under the supervision of Psychiatrist Howard Fabing. Human guinea pigs: 320 patients who were unhappy in love, discouraged with their jobs, generally worried. Nontoxic, non-habit-forming, Meratran provided a quick pickup and morale boost without the jangling, jittery aftereffects of Benzedrine (TIME, June 14), and without inducing hallucinations or nightmares. Though wary of all such "anti-blues" drugs, independent physicians here tentatively described Meratran as "interesting" and "promising...
...Patino, 23, Manhattan's "most beautiful debutante" of 1948, divorced last November by Britain's former Amateur Golf Champion Robert Sweeny, who named fast-moving Dominican Playboy Porfirio Rubirosa as correspondent. A patient in a Rome clinic, where she was being treated for hypochondria and the sleeping-pill fad, Joanne, lamented young Jaime Patino, "had taken everything-all her clothes, her jewels and my jewels -and gone." In Yugoslavia, on official invitation from Marshal Tito's government, Harold C. McClellan, president of the U.S.'s National Association of Manufacturers, rubbed shoulders with the country...
...life, he soon realizes, is not only at loose ends but at a meaningless dead end. An egocentric tycoon named Lord Mervil seems to offer a way out when he asks Ravenstreet to join him in the mass production of a pill rather like the soma of Huxley's Brave New World. No larger than an aspirin, it banishes all anxiety and induces a state of euphoric serenity. Bui before Ravenstreet says yes, his life takes a strange new turn...