Illustration by Howard Sanden
"I was caught up in the gleeful harmony beating at my temples, singing in my blood, pulling at my nerves, tingling delightful. The doctor danced as naturally as a bird flies or a fish swims. By now I knew that I didn't even have to think, I could just give myself to his arm around me with assurance. The guiding arm was so sure and firm, the rhythm such a part of my body now that I could almost forget about my feet."