Could I Pass A Week

I Shuddered To Think How Completely The Insane Were In The Power Of Their Keepers, And How One Could Weep And Plead For Release, And All Of No Avail, If The Keepers Were So Minded.

I Always Made A Point Of Telling The Doctors I Was Sane, And Asking To Be Released, But The More I Endeavored To Assure Them Of My Sanity, The More They Doubted It

All The Asylum Clothing Is Made By The Patients, But Sewing Does Not Employ One's Mind. After Several Months' Confinement The Thoughts Of The Busy World Grow Faint, And All The Poor Prisoners Can Do Is To Sit And Ponder Over Their Hopeless Fate

Could I Pass A Week In The Insane Ward At Blackwell's Island? I Said I Could And I Would. And I Did.

I Had, Toward The Last, Been Shut Off From All Visitors, And So When The Lawyer, Peter A. Hendricks, Came And Told Me That Friends Of Mine Were Willing To Take Charge Of Me If I Would Rather Be With Them Than In The Asylum, I Was Only Too Glad To Give My Consent