ABSTRACT
1) ‘You are better than my librium, because you give me equilibrium’, a patient told me in a sort of manic state, who had just been admitted to a psychiatric hospital in North London where I worked during my training as a psychoanalyst, many years ago. The following day, when I met him again, he did not recognize me and looked very frightened and confused. I tried to remind him what he had told me the day before, but he became very agitated and started shouting at me: ‘I am not a horse … I am not a horse … you want to poison me … you want to give me the librium for a horse …’ 2
