‘The Good Doctor’ i. PANCH had two psychiatrists in their outpatient rooms, both in their mid-forties: Dr Menlow was short, bald, and spoke in clipped tones that made him seem very proper, like he’d come from some distinct (and condescending) upper class; and Dr Victor, in his late forties, was tall and had probably been a beanpole when he was young, but had now rounded out around the waist, with a narrow face, framed with neat, curly hair and a greying beard that made him look distinguished – the way you’d expect an English professor to look. Dr Victor was going to be my doctor. He was going to be…