Janet/Medical Illustration/New York

"I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies-- every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost."
- Vladimir Nabokov "The Vane Sisters"
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