My scores and answers indicated, among other things, she had said, a lack of excitement about the future. Sleeping a great deal or sleeping very little. An ongoing melancholy. My laughter burbled up again, helpless, irrepressible. It was the first time I had been this disrespectful to a grown-up. If you cured me of all these, I told her, I don’t even know who I would be. It would be like getting lobotomized. I would not recognize myself.
