And I'm haunted by the freakish size of Nancy Reagan's head

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And last night I dreamed I was forced to take a drug designed to destroy my higher brain function. It changed my ability to concentrate. It removed my ability to see patterns. It forced me to read one word at a time. And there now, people said, don't you feel better? Isn't that much easier? I saw someone else who had received the same treatment, a mathematician who had been a split-second calculator, shrugging and saying with a glazed grin, The numbers just weren't that important. People patted me on the back and told me how much nicer I was now. I was encouraged to make myself useful. That wasn't a good dream.

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Yuck. In somewhat similar vein, I've just read this passage from Second Form at Malory Towers:

"I'll never draw anyone again!" said Belinda dismally.
"Oh yes you will!" said Miss Linnie. "But you'll probably draw kinder pictures in future. Don't be too clever, Belinda - it always lands you in trouble sooner or later."

I would have thrown it across the room, but it's a library copy.