'Well Roseanne,' he said at last, 'hmm, I think it's true that- you came here about - how many years ago?'
'It's a long long while.'
'Yes. And you came here I believe from Sligo Mental Hospital.'
'Lunatic Asylum.'
'Yes, yes. An intersting old phrase. The second word after all quite - reassuring. The first a very old word, but its meaning a little dubious and not a nice word any more. Though, for myself, when the moon is full, I often wonder, do I feel - a little strange?'
I looked at Dr Grene and tried to imagine him altered by the moon, more whiskery, a werewolf possibly.
'Such enormous forces,' he said. 'The tides being pulled from shore to shore. Yes, the moon. A very considerable object.'
He stood up now and went to my window. It was so early in this winter day that indeed the moon was prince of all outside.
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