A child is born into a world of phenomena all equal in their power to enslave. It sniffsit sucksit strokes its eyes over the whole uncomfortable range. Suddenly one strikes. Why? Moments snap together like magnets, forging a chain of shackles. Why? I can trace them. I can even, with time, pull them apart again. But why at the start they were ever magnetized at alljust those particular moments of experience and no othersI don't know. And nor does anyone else.
Dr. Dysart, doubting his professional psychiatric authority, Act Two, scene 22
SOURCE: Shaffer, Peter. Equus (New York: Penguin Books, 1977), p. 76.
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