Jan 16
3 min read
In Session (25)
The Lay Psychiatrist meets an elderly Don Juan
I heard the beating of hooves on cobblestone. Don Juan was dressed in black, though there was an enormous red plume in his hat that seemed unaffected by the surrounding air as he thundered up and reined in the white stud in front of a tavern. When I awakened from this dream I knew the name of the tavern. Such details often slip away, which is unfortunate…
