A successful New York psychiatrist who shares a name with the narrator of this story enters an existential crisis (or rather a spin) and begins to question the "scientific" procedures that have made him an eminence. That perplexed lucidity will lead him to defend chance as a palliative for neurosis and dice as an antidote against the oppression of freedom. Surrendered to the tyranny of randomness, the doctor of souls abandons himself to a happy spiral of sex, drugs, violence and lies that, paradoxically (or not), once again opens the doors of social prestige to him: thousands of crazy people admire him with fervent devotion and suddenly finds himself at the head and feet of a crazy sect. He has founded a cult of six faces. The joy of him in a Dadaist well.