Hello
again. I was just looking up a few terms in the lovely “story book”
that Mrs. March was kind enough to visualize. If you hadn't noticed
it's a sort of dictionary defining the word “Me.” I'll bet there
are a lot of other meanings hiding within that proverbial umbrella of
the title, “Me.”
Meanings
like, temporary insanity, though I'm certain you've noticed by now
that her definition of that term far differs in the meaning that you,
yourself might use.
I
suppose in the real world that term might be a good place for a
murderer to hide. It certainly seems that it becomes a sanctuary for
the infamous Mrs. March.... infamous? Also an apt term for a
murderer, or murderess as the case may well be. What with the
hypnotism bringing about the sight of copious amounts of blood.
So
yes, as I was saying, truth is subjective, colored you might say by
the person who beholds it. Just as history tends to favor the views
of the one recording it, so do our personal vocabularies become
slanted by the person defining the terminology. Is this yet another
of the Great Garbonzo's illusions? Or does it apply to all of us? Not
quite as certain as you were when you came to the magic show.? Ta-da.
Temporary
insanity? Hmmm. Interesting term don't you think? If insanity is
temporary can we apply the same to other terms? Like say.... mmmm....
temporary sanity? Is sanity like truth also subjective? Can the
stability of the mind really be that fleeting? I suppose in a way
that makes madness as subjective as truth. Doesn't it? Possibly more
convenient though, wouldn't you say?
Shhhhh!
Listen. Can you hear that? Is that monotonous sound the swinging of a
pendulum or a metronome? See also pocket watch. Is that horrendous
sense of spiraling simply a spill down the rabbit hole.... or the
descent of the angel of Death? See also Mrs. March. And is what
you're feeling right now your own version of the truth... or just
another of the Great Garbonzo's illusions? See also madness.
Well
step right up ladies and germs. May I draw your attention to the
barbed-wire strung high above your heads where the stupendous and
mystifying Mrs. March attempts the death-defying feat of teetering
perilously between reality and psychosis. See also alibi. ***
Dr.
Polanski Ph.D , Psy.D audio taped session Sept. 7
(sound
of Metronome)
Dr.
Polanski: Mrs. March are you comfortable now?
Shawna:
Yes. Very sleepy.
Dr.
Polanski: Good. Remember you are just observing. You are quite safe.
Can you see the bookshelf from where you are standing?
Shawna:
Yes. I can see it.
Dr.
Polanski: Good. Today Mrs. March we're going to read a story. It is
only a story. It can't damage you in any way. Do you understand?
Shawna:
Only a story... (mumbling)
Dr.
Polanski: That's right. Please walk to the bookshelf... Are you there
yet?
Shawna:
Yes. I'm here.
Dr.
Polanski: Good. Tell me what you see.
Shawna:
needs dusted. Lots of books
Polanski:
Very good. Now Mrs. March would you be kind enough to reach up and
take down the book entitled, “Me?” Remember that it is only a
storybook.
Shawna:
I have it.
Polanski:
Would you open it please?
Shawna:
Okay.
Polanski:
What does it say on the first page Mrs. March?
Shawna:
Me... by A. Rabbit
Polanski:
Excellent! Now Mrs. March I want you to simply turn the page and read
the storybook.
Shawna:
(soft weeping) I can't.
Polanski:
Remember they are only words on the page of a storybook. They can
neither hurt nor threaten you. You are comfortable and relaxed. Do
you understand?
Shawna:
I can't read it. (sobbing) I can't even hold it.
Polanski:
It's only a story book. Why do you imply that you can't hold it?
Shawna:
(hysterically) because it's made of human skin!***
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