Langston had technicolor delusions, inanimate objects came alive in his hands, THEY were persecuting him, out to get him ... what a relief it was to know he wasn't going insane! When I saw the blood dripping from the tap in the bathtub, I knew that someone had a telenosis beam on me, and I breathed a very audible sigh of relief. During the past few days, I had begun to wonder if I was really cracking up. When you start seeing visions of a bearded gent with a halo, or having vague but wonderful dreams about some sort of perfect world, feeling intense loyalties to undefined ideals, and experiencing sudden impulses, sometimes cruel and sometimes kind--you know that something's wrong. At least I do.