Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

Defense, so cheeky is she. Her superior was coldlyunsympathetic (obviously a division in their ranks; one Ishall exploit). "I suggest we tend to our job, Nurse, and takethe rough with the smooth." "Yes, Doctor." She tried tosound chastened but failed. Then she withdrew thethermometer and said, "Normal," and looked disappointed.It is quite evident that they want me to die of what appear tobe natural causes. Fortunately, my body will no moresurrender to their poison than my mind has. I shall outwitthem all, and prevail! If they mean to kill me they will have totake direct action, and so leave clues. "Good news!" Thecharlatan beamed, writing in his code book. "We'vepassed the danger mark and I'm pleased as all get-out!"Get out, I thought, smiling bravely, like... what's her namein... my memory seems to have left me. The drugs musthave been enormously powerful. Or did they useelectroshock treatments? That would explain my conditionlike who was it in... I can't recall that film's title either. Wholesections of memory are missing. But I shall regain them: itis simply a matter of will. Meanwhile, they are certain that Ican find no way of getting a message to the outside worldbut in this, as in everything, they underestimate me. Theyare gone now. I am sitting up in a metal bed placed at thecenter of a small cell disguised as a hospital room. There iseven the awful odor of disinfectant to lend verisimilitude tothe otherwise ridiculous decor. Any fool can see that this isa prison, not a hospital. Why else are the venetian blindsshut? I am encased in what appears to be plaster of Parisfrom neck to ankle. Inside this carapace I can hardly move.