Edvard Munch, painter of the Scream wrote, sickness, insanity and death were the Angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life. The quiet, studious non-assuming Edward lay on his bed with his stack of books. I never asked what bought him to this first room off the side wing, home of those in various stages of scream. But in his sparse confine, surrounded by his books, I imagine he was quite free, very far from the Plantation.
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