Chapter 4, "Broken"
If you take someone's thoughts and feelings awaya, bit by bit,
consistently, then they have nothing left, except some gritty,
gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming
round the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find.
Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the existence
of the colour yellow. And whenever you see yellow, they told you,
no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, whenever
you saw yellow, they would say: that isn't yellow, course it isn't,
blue or green or purple, or. . . . You'd say it, yes it is, it's
yellow, and become increasing hysterical, and then go
berserk.
DAVID EDGAR
Mary Barnes