The Gourmet by Henry Slesar Published in Playboy, May 1968 Illustration by Peter Green Eldridge Pachman tested the popular conviction that large blue quantities of sky, sea and silence can heal and soothe a troubled mind. This notion proved false. He spent the first week of his vacation in Greece, in a small white Aegean hotel that lay stunned and bleaching in the sunlight, and he discovered in himself an incipient agoraphobia, the terror of open spaces. He spent most of the week in his room, where he could lie on the bed and ruminate on his divorce, on the wife who was now spending his money, the children who were so oddly indifferent to the sea change in their lives. Then he went to a Balearic Island, where the white buildings were at least splashed with scarlet and purple foliage and where the coastal cliffs were penetrated by peaceful inlets with sandy beaches surrounded by pine. But he was no happier there. Luckily, he saw the colonel one day, and that was exactly w...