My title comes from a line in Marlowe's Doctor Faustus. Faustus has just managed to call up Mephistopheles from hell for the first time. The good doctor is feeling pretty cocky about his prowess as a magician and his future as someone with supernatural powers. I can imagine him, if he were a modern executive, leaning back in his swivel chair and putting his feet up on his desk as he looks down his nose at this poor devil he has summoned to his office. He decides to ask Mephistopheles a few questions about some things that have puzzled him, who Lucifer is, who the devils are, and finally, “How comes it … thou art out of hell?” To which Mephistopheles replies, “Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.”

Now I do not mean to suggest that transference and countertransference are hell, although I suppose there must be many a Thursday night when they seem that way to you. I do mean