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LABYRINTH 117 messages. "Yes." on it that the FDA needed to determine its identity and purity. It was nearly 100 percent pure. In early July he sent five grams of DMT to my clinic by overnight courier. I kept it in my office that day and drove to the hospital pharmacy to deliver it before going home. I called Dr. W. to tell him that the DMT had arrived and that it might take a few months to get all the tests performed and collect the results. He said, "Get everything together, and send it to Ms. R. the chemist and Ms. P. Call them a week later. They'll say they never saw your letter. Then call me in two weeks if you don't hear anything after that. Some poor guy got his approval and waited a month before we found someone to type the letter to him." The pharmacy prepared a solution of DMT dissolved in saltwater. This was the form in which I would give DMT to the volunteers. The phar- macist divided it into one hundred separate glass vials. The samples for the FDA's tests would come from them. I had a few last-minute questions and called Ms. R. in September. We hadn't talked for a few months. "I need to refresh my memory about your case," she said. After a few additional phone calls, she provided the necessary information. By late October all the tests were complete, and the DMT passed every one. I put together my package and sent it to the FDA by overnight mail. I started calling within a week. No one replied to the dozen mes- sages I left with the secretary. I phoned Dr. W. "What's the matter?" he asked. "You usually call when things aren't going well." "May I begin the DMT study?" "T'll just toodle on over there and find out what I can." I called back in early November. The secretary told me their division had changed offices, but that they came by every half-hour to check for On November 5,1990, Ms. M., my project officer, called at the end of the day. "Your hold has been removed." "Is a verbal okay all I need?"