ABSTRACT
When I went to the First International Scientific Symposium on Tourette Syndrome in 1981, I went with a patient [whom I wrote about in ‘‘Witty Ticcy Ray’’ (1)]—a patient who over the years had become a friend. ‘‘That’s terrific stuff they’re presenting,’’ he said to me at the end of the first day, ‘‘but it gives no idea of what Tourette’s is actually like’’ (2).
