At Toronto last week one Norman Douglas pulled at his dark brown hair. It came off his head, a wig. Exposed was a skull cap, like the Pope's. Only, instead of being white it was dark green. Norman Douglas put his hands carefully on his cap.
It came off, an inverted bowl of bakelite. Exposed was a crazy-quilt of skin patches, splotched with blue and red and white, and pulsating. Norman Douglas' skull, rotting from a 5.000 h. p. electric shock two years ago,* had been removed piece by piece. For each piece his...
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