> During the year Murdoch was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, she composed a note that was downright ominous. “My dear,” she wrote, “I am now going away for some time. I hope you will be well . . .” She set aside the sheet, took up a second one, and wrote, “My dear, I am now going away for some time. I hope you will be well.” A third sheet consisted of pen marks that did not add up to any intelligible lines.

Reading this part sent chills down my spine. If anyone has seen the movie Antichrist, they might recall a particular scene that echoes (and was perhaps inspired by) this anecdote. I truly think losing ones mind is one of the most terrifying things to imagine -- the very fabric of reality coming apart at the seams.