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The sanitarium was never quiet. Even when night brought comparative stillness, there was an anticipatory tension in the air -- for cyclic mental disorders are as inevitable, though not as regular, as the swing of a merry-go-round.
Earlier that evening Gregson, in Ward 13, had moved into the downswing of his manic-depressive curve, and there had been trouble. Before the orderlies could buckle him into a restraining jacket, he had managed to break the arm of a "frozen" catatonic patient, who had made no sound even as the bone snapped.