From the Lost Diary of Anna Anderson: II. Dalldorf Asylum: House 4, Ward B

II.   Dalldorf Asylum: House 4, Ward B The white coats still come.Fraulein Unbekaant, they call me. Miss Unknown. One asks, Do I hear         voices       Do I          see things. The doctors here are not very well informed. When they appear at the foot of my bed, alabaster and looming        I hide my face in the sheets coarsened and brailled as if boiled in the well of a thousand drowned birds. So much worse is this quiet than the river’s drift and silt. Here I have only the rasp and cough of the woman bunked nearest me drooled to choking. On the floor, a puddle of saliva thickens.