He seized it with both hands,
with extraordinary violence, and tried to tear it off his own body, and,
failing, punched it in an access of rage.
“Easy!” I said. “Be calm!
Take it easy! I wouldn’t punch
that leg like that.”
“And why not?” he asked,
irritably, belligerently.
“Because it’s your leg,” I answered. “Don’t you know your own leg?”
He gazed at me with a look
compounded of stupefaction, incredulity, terror and amusement, not unmixed with
a jocular sort of suspicion. “Ah Doc!”,
he said. “You’re fooling me! You’re in cahoots with that nurse – you
shouldn’t kid patients like this!”
(from The Man Who
Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks)
9*/10. The
complete review is here.
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