The first meeting I really remember with the good doctor was when I was starting to be able to speak English again and making a brave attempt to regain some of my dignity. Trying to be very sane, I went up to him and asked if he was my doctor. He said he didn't think so.

"You're Dr. Dale, aren't you?"

"Why, Mark, of course. I didn't recognize you with clothes on." He had a talent for saying just the right thing.

Author: Mark Vonnegut