Slowly and steadily, my friends, I was beginning to go insane. I found that my residual self was changing. When I chose to let the sleeping dice lie and to be my “natural self” I discovered that I liked absurd comments, anecdotes, actions. I climbed trees in Central Park, assumed the yoga position of meditation during a cocktail party and oozed esoteric, oracular remarks every two minutes which confused and bored even me. I shouted, “I’m Batman,” at the top of my lungs at the end of a telephone conversation with Dr. Mann—all not because the dice said so, but because I felt like it.
