Through a little window in a door in the corridor, I saw a rabbit restrained in a brace to be fed “an oral fluid” —resist and break itself. On the floor squirming, nightmarishly pitiful, unable to feel a thing, unable to use its legs. And I can’t help thinking about the relation between the event and the handler’s character, which seems to have been altogether too much toughened by rough treatment— a woman of inconsideration. Write it off. Can’t be helped.
21 July 1982