Quoted By:
Patient IV-XVII
I blame myself for it. I should have known better. I let you persuade me in a moment of madness. I beg you to forget my insanity! Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction. I wake up in the morning all bedraggled, then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling - but there’s a green fog outside; Hetty turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says, ‘Oh, ma’am, the water’s frozen in the cistern, and cook’s cut her finger to the bone.’
