Post by account_disabled on Dec 3, 2023 22:53:05 GMT -5
Who are you?" asked George. «You look like a doctor. You're a doctor, right?" The two men had sat in silence for several minutes. George, looking at the ground, frowning, had fallen into deep dismay. Dr. Sacks's revelations – the doctor had had to explain everything from the beginning, this time with more details – had shaken him. For his part, Sacks observed the man with empathetic sympathy. He understood what he was feeling and wanted to take charge of that internal suffering that was certainly tearing the mind of the man in front of him. “I realized something was wrong,” George finally said, breaking the silence.
But I didn't think it was that serious.” He smiled, shaking his head. “A wife,” he added, “I have a wife and I forgot about her.” “You see, George,” said Sacks, “it's as if you were stuck in 1945. Probably in that Phone Number Data period – and I certainly have no difficulty in believing it – something happened that left its mark on you. She continued to live, moving through space, but not across the timeline. That's still. Her disorder is almost certainly linked to her alcoholism problems, I read about it in her file." “And I guess I can't get over this, even though I'm done with alcohol.” Sacks shrugged. 'I will continue to visit you, George. I'll take her intelligence tests, which I'm sure she'll pass, but I need them to validate my theory. Y
ou have recent memory loss, you understand? Every event, every occurrence is recorded and then disappears within a few seconds. This conversation of ours never happened for her, unfortunately." The time box The woman who entered the neurological clinic two days later had a veil of melancholy darkening her face. Sacks made her sit in his study and the woman sat holding herself almost on the edge of the chair, as if she felt out of place, if she was living a reality that did not belong to her. “Thank you for coming, Mrs. Horwitz,” Sacks said. “How is my husband?” “It's hard to say, really,” the doctor replied.
But I didn't think it was that serious.” He smiled, shaking his head. “A wife,” he added, “I have a wife and I forgot about her.” “You see, George,” said Sacks, “it's as if you were stuck in 1945. Probably in that Phone Number Data period – and I certainly have no difficulty in believing it – something happened that left its mark on you. She continued to live, moving through space, but not across the timeline. That's still. Her disorder is almost certainly linked to her alcoholism problems, I read about it in her file." “And I guess I can't get over this, even though I'm done with alcohol.” Sacks shrugged. 'I will continue to visit you, George. I'll take her intelligence tests, which I'm sure she'll pass, but I need them to validate my theory. Y
ou have recent memory loss, you understand? Every event, every occurrence is recorded and then disappears within a few seconds. This conversation of ours never happened for her, unfortunately." The time box The woman who entered the neurological clinic two days later had a veil of melancholy darkening her face. Sacks made her sit in his study and the woman sat holding herself almost on the edge of the chair, as if she felt out of place, if she was living a reality that did not belong to her. “Thank you for coming, Mrs. Horwitz,” Sacks said. “How is my husband?” “It's hard to say, really,” the doctor replied.