The first time I saw him was quite excited and when I aked him to copy a simple figure (un rettangolo contenente un cerchietto con una crocetta dentro) he produced, with great brio, a three-dimensional elaboration - or so I took it to be, until he explained that it was an "open carton", and then he tried to draw some fruit in it. impulsively, inspired by his excited imagination, he had ingnored the circle and the cross, but retained, and made concrete, the idea of "enclosure". An open carton, a carton full of oranges - was that not exciting, more alive, more real, than my dull figure?
     A few days later I saw him again, very energised, very active, thoughts and feelings flying everywhere, high as i kite. I asked him again to draw the same figure. And now, impulsively, without pausing for a moment, he tranformed the original to a sort of trapezoid, a lozenge, and then attached to this a string - and a boy. "Boy flying kite, kites flying!" he exclaimed excitedly.
     I saw him for the third time a few days after this, and found him rather down, rather Parkinsonian (he had been given haldol to quiet him, while awaiting final tests on the spinal fluid). Again I asked him to draw the figure, and this time he copied it dully, correctly, and a little smaller than the original (the "micrographia" of haldol), and with none of the elaborations, the animation, the imagination, of the others. "I don't "see" things anymore," he said, "It looked so real, it looked so alive before. Will everything seem dead whem I am treated?"