“Before you say again that you’re going to die, I want to tell you something. There are people who spend their entire lives searching for a moment like the one you had last night, but they never achieve it. That’s why, if you were to die now, you would die with your heart full of love.”

Zedka got up.

“You’ve got nothing to lose. Many people don’t allow themselves to love, precisely because of that, because there are a lot of things at risk, a lot of future and a lot of past. In your case, there is only the present.”

She went over and gave Veronika a kiss.

“If I stay here any longer, I won’t leave at all. I’m cured of my depression, but in Villete, I’ve learned that there are other kinds of insanity. I want to carry those with me and begin to see life with my own eyes.

“When I came here, I was deeply depressed. Now I’m proud to say I’m insane. Outside I’ll behave exactly like everyone else. I’ll go shopping at the supermarket, I’ll exchange trivialities with my friends, I’ll waste precious time watching television. But I know that my soul is free and that I can dream and talk with other worlds that, before I came here, I didn’t even imagine existed.

“I’m going to allow myself to do a few foolish things, just so that people can say: ‘She’s just been released from Villete.’ But I know that my soul is complete, because my life has meaning. I’ll be able to look at a sunset and believe that God is behind it. When someone irritates me, I’ll tell them what I think of them, and I won’t worry what they think of me, because everyone will say: ‘She’s just been released from Villete.’

“I’ll look at men in the street, right in their eyes, and I won’t feel guilty about feeling desired. But immediately after that, I’ll go into a shop selling imported goods, buy the best wines my money can buy, and I’ll drink that wine with the husband I adore because I want to laugh with him again.

“And, laughing, he’ll say: ‘You’re crazy!’ And I’ll say: ‘Of course I am, I was in Villete, remember! And madness freed me. Now, my dear husband, you must have a vacation every year, and make me climb some dangerous mountains, because I need to run the risk of being alive.’”

“People will say: ‘She’s just been released from Villete and now she’s making her husband crazy too.’ And he will realize they’re right, and he’ll thank God because our marriage is starting all over again and because we’re both crazy, like those who first invented love.”

Zedka left the ward, humming a tune Veronika had never heard before.

The day had proved exhausting but rewarding. Dr. Igor was trying to maintain the sangfroid and indifference of a scientist, but he could barely control his enthusiasm. The tests he was carrying out to find a cure for vitriol poisoning were yielding surprising results.

“You haven’t got an appointment today,” he said to Mari, who had come in without knocking.

“It won’t take long. I’d just like to ask your opinion about something.”

Today everyone just wants to ask my opinion, thought Dr. Igor, remembering the young girl’s question about sex.

“Eduard has just been given electric shock treatment.”

“Electroconvulsive therapy. Please use the correct name, otherwise it will look as if we’re a mere band of barbarians.” Dr. Igor tried to hide his surprise, but later he would go and find out who had made that decision. “And if you want my opinion on the subject, I must make it clear that ECT is not used today as it used to be.”

“But it’s dangerous.”

“It used to be very dangerous; they didn’t know the exact voltage to use, where precisely to place the electrodes, and a lot of people died of brain hemorrhages during treatment. But things have changed. Nowadays ECT is being used with far greater technical precision, and it has the advantage of provoking immediate amnesia, avoiding the chemical poisoning that comes with prolonged use of drugs. Read the psychiatric journals, and don’t confuse ECT with the electric shock treatment used by South American torturers. Right; you’ve heard my opinion. Now I must get back to my work.”

Mari didn’t move.

“That isn’t what I came to ask. I want to know if I can leave.”

“You can leave whenever you want and come back whenever you want, because your husband has enough money to keep you in an expensive place like this. Perhaps you should ask me: ‘Am I cured?’ And my reply will be another question: ‘Cured of what?’ You’ll say: ‘Cured of my fear, of my panic attacks.’ And I’ll say, ‘Well, Mari, you haven’t actually suffered from that for the last three years.’.”

“So I’m cured.”

“Of course not. That wasn’t what your illness was about. In the thesis I’m writing for the Slovenian Academy of Sciences”—Dr. Igor didn’t want to go into any detail about Vitriol—“I’m trying to study so-called normal human behavior. A lot of doctors before me have done similar studies and reached the conclusion that normality is merely a matter of consensus; that is, a lot of people think something is right, and so that thing becomes right.

“Some things are governed by common sense. Putting buttons on the front of a shirt is a matter of logic, since it would be very difficult to button them up at the side, and impossible if they were at the back.

“Other things, however, become fixed because more and more people believe that’s the way they should be. I’ll give you two examples. Have you ever wondered why the keys on a typewriter are arranged in that particular order?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“We call it the QWERTY keyboard, because that’s the order of the letters on the first row of keys. I once wondered why it was like that, and I found the answer. The first machine was invented by Christopher Sholes, in 1873, to improve on calligraphy, but there was a problem: If a person typed very fast, the keys got stuck together and stopped the machine from working. Then Sholes designed the QWERTY keyboard, a keyboard that would oblige typists to type more slowly.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“But it’s true. It so happened that Remington—which made sewing machines as well as guns at the time—used the QWERTY keyboard for its first typewriters. That meant that more people were forced to learn that particular system, and more companies started to make those keyboards, until it became the only available model. To repeat: The keyboard on typewriters and computers was designed so that people would type more slowly, not more quickly, do you understand? If you changed the letters around, you wouldn’t find anyone to buy your product.”

When she saw a keyboard for the first time, Mari had wondered why the letters weren’t in alphabetical order, but she had then promptly forgotten about it. She assumed it was simply the best layout for people to type quickly.

“Have you ever been to Florence?” asked Dr. Igor.

“No.”

“You should go there; it’s not far, for that is where you will find my second example. In the cathedral in Florence, there’s a beautiful clock designed by Paolo Uccello in 1443. Now, the curious thing about this clock is that, although it keeps time like all other clocks, its hands go in the opposite direction to that of normal clocks.”

“What’s that got to do with my illness?”

“I’m just coming to that. When he made this clock, Paolo Uccello was not trying to be original: The fact is that, at the time, there were clocks like his as well as others with hands that went in the direction we’re familiar with now. For some unknown reason, perhaps because the duke had a clock with hands that went in the direction we now think of as the “right” direction, that became the only direction, and Uccello’s clock then seemed an aberration, a madness.”

Dr. Igor paused, but he knew that Mari was following his reasoning.

“So, let’s turn to your illness: Each human being is unique, each with their own qualities, instincts, forms of pleasure, and desire for adventure. However, society always imposes on us a collective way of behaving, and people never stop to wonder why they should behave like that. They just accept it, the way typists accepted the fact that the QWERTY keyboard was the best possible one. Have you ever met anyone in your entire life who asked why the hands of a clock should go in one particular direction and not in the other?”