There was also a prisoner whose particular form of dementia was in
imagining that the man in the cell above him persited in turning an X‐ray
machine on him, and the imprecations that he would voice every now and
then are unprintable. The incident had its laughable side, nevertheless,
and an outburst from him was always very amusing.
So, too, were the demonstrations of the man who imagined that he had a
river on his back that emptied into his left ear. Every now and then he
would exclaim, “Boys, the river is rising,” or that the “river was drying
up.” He was absolutely harmless, but a trifle noisy.