“Chemical therapy?” His is voice falls flatand heavy in the damp air. “Who can say. They are all stupid peasants are the so-called educated. These people should not only prevented from learning to read, but from learning to talk as well. No need to prevent them from thinking; nature has done that.” “Here is the address,” the doctor whispered without moving his lips. He dropped a pill of papaer into Carl’s hand. His dirty fingers, shiny over the dirt, rested on Carl’s sleeve. “There is the matter of my fee.” Carl slipped him a wadded banknote. . . and the doctor faded into the grey twilight, seedy and furtive as an old junky.
Carl saw Joselito in a big clean room full of light, with private bath and concrete balcony. And nothing to talk about there in the cold empty room,water hyacinths growning in a yellow bowl and the China blue sky and drifting clouds,fear flickering in and out of his eyes. When he smiled the fear flew away in little pieces of light, lurked enigmatically in the high cool corners of the room. And what could I say feeling death around me, and the little broken images that come before sleep,there in the mind ? “They will send me to the new sanitarium tomorrow. Come and visit me. I will be there alone.” He coughed and took a codeineeta. ” Doctor I understand, that is I have been given to understand, I have read and heard -not a medical man myself -don’t pretend to be- that the concept of sani-