Only Géricault seems to have shown the mad as creatures of dignity, but of course he lived in the great age when the shackles of the insane were struck off, and in some cases the patients were allowed to wear their own clothes. And it is said that Géricault was mad himself, at least from time to time, and this would undoubtedly deepen his sense of kinship with this strange population. The world of obsession, of delusion, turns the eyes of Géricault's madmen red with suspicion, or opens them wide with uncorrupted innocence.
Look at Me, Ch. 1
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| Portrait of a compulsive gambler |
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