ABSTRACT
Mrs. A eyed me suspiciously as I handed her Card III of the Rorschach. From the outset, she had expressed her reluctance to look at the inkblots, repeatedly asking about the purpose of the test and the nature of the blots. Gingerly accepting the card, she responded promptly: “Oh, this is two people with insectoid heads, ripping the scalp off some fat guy in the middle so they can drop a red wig into his brain. He has to be really fat because it would take two people to do something like that.” Without so much as a breath, she added, “This isn’t so bad. These blots are interesting.”
