Terror Stalks The Fat Farm

Terror Stalks the Fat FarmNothing in the appearance of the manor alarmed me. A large former estate on the banks of the Hudson. But I had entered too many institutions not to experience a tremor of irrational dread. True, I was signing myself in. More, I was paying for the privilege. But I have known those who committed themselves to Bellevue and, having met some real crazies and reassessed their own sanity, were not allowed to leave.The main lounge was Hogarthian--a half circle of enormous women...