& The Alienist: The trigger point... The trigger point may be hidden anywhere in the female anatomy. Most often upon the breasts... The inner thighs... Or the ovaries... Note the clenched fists, the arched back, the tonic and clonic spasms. Concluding finally in a profound contracture.
& Student: What of the woman’s insistence that she is not mad?
The Alienist: Just as every criminal maintains he’s innocent, so does every mad woman insist she is sane.
Student: But she seemed so...
The Alienist: Reasonable? Perhaps. Well bred? Beautiful? She is all these things. And quite mad. And therein lies the paradox of insanity and the great peril of our profession. Thus, I caution you all, gentlemen, as you embark on your careers as alienists, believe nothing that you hear and only one half of what you see.
& — Are you visiting someone at Stonehearst?
Edward Newgate: Actually, going there to complete my training as an alienist. That’s a doctor who specializes in asylum medicine.
& Mickey Finn: My name’s Finn. I’m the chief steward. Welcome to our little madhouse in the wilderness.
& Dr. Lamb: You’ve had an arduous voyage. From the backwaters of blissful ignorance across vast oceans of academic blather until at last you’ve arrived here, on the shores of my little kingdom. And at the dawn of a new century, no less.
& Edward Newgate: What, you don’t attempt to cure your patients?
Dr. Lamb: Cure them? To what purpose?
Edward Newgate: Well, to bring them back to their senses, of course.
Dr. Lamb: And make a miserable man out of a perfectly happy horse?
& Edward: Forgive me, Mrs. Graves. The last thing I wish to do is offend you.
Eliza Graves: Are you quite certain you’re a doctor?
Edward Newgate: Yeah, well, of course I am.
Eliza Graves: Because I’ve never known one to apologize. Or, for that matter, give a damn who he offended. Edward Newgate: Well, I-I’m not like other doctors.
& Edward Newgate: I’m just curious to know if you think there are any individuals whose crimes are so heinous they justify imprisonment.
Dr. Lamb: Sadists... who find gratification in the debasement of others. And those cowards who would send younger men to their deaths in battles they themselves would avoid. Except for these, I believe all men can be rehabilitated often by the simple act of having their dignity restored.
& Edward Newgate: We can go together... Start a new life away from here.
Eliza Graves: Where?
Edward Newgate: Spain, Italy... Someplace where the sun is always shining and the sky is blue, and... and you can be free to do whatever you want to do. Somewhere you can be truly, truly alive.
& Mrs. Pike: Think of him as a patient. Shine the light of your sympathy into the darkest corners of his mind, and maybe then you’ll find what he so desperately wants to keep hidden from you and from himself.
& Edward Newgate: You’re mad!
Dr. Lamb: We’re all mad, Dr. Newgate. Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.
& Eliza Graves: You are sane and I am not.
Edward Newgate: I’m not sane. I’m madly in love with you.
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& Student: What of the woman’s insistence that she is not mad?
The Alienist: Just as every criminal maintains he’s innocent, so does every mad woman insist she is sane.
Student: But she seemed so...
The Alienist: Reasonable? Perhaps. Well bred? Beautiful? She is all these things. And quite mad. And therein lies the paradox of insanity and the great peril of our profession. Thus, I caution you all, gentlemen, as you embark on your careers as alienists, believe nothing that you hear and only one half of what you see.
& — Are you visiting someone at Stonehearst?
Edward Newgate: Actually, going there to complete my training as an alienist. That’s a doctor who specializes in asylum medicine.
& Mickey Finn: My name’s Finn. I’m the chief steward. Welcome to our little madhouse in the wilderness.
& Dr. Lamb: You’ve had an arduous voyage. From the backwaters of blissful ignorance across vast oceans of academic blather until at last you’ve arrived here, on the shores of my little kingdom. And at the dawn of a new century, no less.
& Edward Newgate: What, you don’t attempt to cure your patients?
Dr. Lamb: Cure them? To what purpose?
Edward Newgate: Well, to bring them back to their senses, of course.
Dr. Lamb: And make a miserable man out of a perfectly happy horse?
& Edward: Forgive me, Mrs. Graves. The last thing I wish to do is offend you.
Eliza Graves: Are you quite certain you’re a doctor?
Edward Newgate: Yeah, well, of course I am.
Eliza Graves: Because I’ve never known one to apologize. Or, for that matter, give a damn who he offended. Edward Newgate: Well, I-I’m not like other doctors.
& Edward Newgate: I’m just curious to know if you think there are any individuals whose crimes are so heinous they justify imprisonment.
Dr. Lamb: Sadists... who find gratification in the debasement of others. And those cowards who would send younger men to their deaths in battles they themselves would avoid. Except for these, I believe all men can be rehabilitated often by the simple act of having their dignity restored.
& Edward Newgate: We can go together... Start a new life away from here.
Eliza Graves: Where?
Edward Newgate: Spain, Italy... Someplace where the sun is always shining and the sky is blue, and... and you can be free to do whatever you want to do. Somewhere you can be truly, truly alive.
& Mrs. Pike: Think of him as a patient. Shine the light of your sympathy into the darkest corners of his mind, and maybe then you’ll find what he so desperately wants to keep hidden from you and from himself.
& Edward Newgate: You’re mad!
Dr. Lamb: We’re all mad, Dr. Newgate. Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.
& Eliza Graves: You are sane and I am not.
Edward Newgate: I’m not sane. I’m madly in love with you.
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