Time and again, with Doris and other dwarves and patients who resembled witches or seemed inhabited by dragons, one felt like a witness to the origins of folklore; one felt that such people, whose only home in the world was a mental hospital, would have their problem solved if they could indeed dwell in the cups of flowers or behind people's eyes, or in cottages deep in the wood with poisonous thorns in the garden and a one-eyed cat waiting at the front door.
No comments:
Post a Comment