Appendix B

Eva Parton

The patient made the statement, “You just ask me questions and I’ll answer them.” She was asked how old she was. “Don’t tell me you don’t know that. I’m thirty-two years old, or I’m supposed to be thirty-two years old. I was born July 16, 1912, in Herclian, Missouri. It’s a small town—small-town gossip—over the back fence like dishwater—like dishwater slop that you throw out to the pigs. Two-legged sluts and snakes in the form of human beings. There are a lot of people I don’t like. One of them is the lady that raised me. I worshipped the man who raised me. He was white as a lily, and his hair was as black as the raven—as Edgar Allen Poe says—the raven of the night. His eyes were yellow as leopards, but he was one leopard ...

Get Experiencing Erikson now with O’Reilly online learning.

O’Reilly members experience live online training, plus books, videos, and digital content from 200+ publishers.