COTTONTAIL (a little proudly)—It was quite a high hat.
DR. CONY—Yes, it would be. What color?
COTTONTAIL—Black and shiny.
DR. CONY—That seems normal enough. I'm afraid there's nothing significant there. (Anxiously.) No fixed delusions? You don't think you're Napoleon or the White Rabbit or anything like that, do you? Do you feel like growling or biting anybody?
COTTONTAIL—Of course not. There's nothing the matter with my brain.
DR. CONY—Perhaps you went to sleep and dreamed it all.
COTTONTAIL—No, I distinctly saw the ceiling open and I felt the stab very sharply. I couldn't possibly have been asleep. I was reading a most interesting dramatic review in The Evening Post.
DR. CONY—But you weren't stabbed in the big toe, now, were you?
COTTONTAIL—Well, no.
DR. CONY—And you will admit that the ceiling's just the same as it ever was?