He was in a basement surrounded by men with canvas bags over their heads. And his genitals were wired up to some electrical apparatus.
"Shee-it," he said again, and closed his eyes, concentrating furiously on the formulas Hassan i Sabbah X had told him.
The men from Naval Intelligence began pouring electricity into Pearson's penis and trying to extract information from his mouth (two procedures that usually worked well together).
Robert Anton Wilson
Schrödinger's Cat Trilogy
