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So this is the Einfried Sanatorium! White and rectilinear, with its expanse of main buildings and side wings, it lies in the centre of a broad park that is delightfully fitted out with grottoes, arbours, and pavilions made of bark. And above and beyond the slate roofs, the hills rise bulkily against the sky. They are green with pines, and gently irregular.
This institution is still run by Dr. Leander. With his black, double-pointed beard, which is as coarse and matted as the horsehair used for stuffing furniture, with his thick, glistening spectacles and his air of having been chilled by science, hardened, and filled with a subdued, cautious pessimism -- with all this he maintains a forceful and conclusive jurisdiction over his patients. His patients -- items that were too weak to make laws for themselves and keep them, but had given themselves completely over to him that they might gain support from his rigidity.