To be like Miss Debenham, to save oneself from useless emotion

'You are the only patient one, Mademoiselle,' said Poirot to Miss Debenham. She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What can one do?' 'You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.' 'That implies a detached attitude. I think my attitude is more selfish. I have learned to save myself useless emotion.' - Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient Express Oh, … Continue reading To be like Miss Debenham, to save oneself from useless emotion

Spring, death and the beginnings of madness

Though I had not believed in His existence since my youth of hymns and Sunday school, God began to talk to me, first in a whisper and later, in loud, threatening tones. My father spoke to me, too. Sometimes his presence was invisible, but sometimes I would see him sitting at the end of my bed, seemingly looking straight through me with his eyes, ice blue. It would be the first of many psychoses.