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This is an appropriate book for the bedside table. As the autobiographic tale of a Hungarian writer exiled in London, it relates the anxieties and obsessions of a patient with detachment of the retina. It also describes, if we can credit the author's story, an unfortunate example of ophthalmic practice under the British medical system and of tactlessness on the part of a continental ophthalmologist.
One week after an automobile accident the author developed the ominous vitreous cloud (likened to cubist horsemen) in his only useful eye. A call to one oculist's office netted only a promise of an appointment in two months' time. A call to another office resulted in an immediate consultation with an assurance that nothing was wrong with the eye, except for high myopia requiring a stronger glass.
The next day a curtain had descended over the visual field. On a second visit to the oculist,
Cogan DG. Journey Round My Eye.. Arch Ophthalmol. 1963;70(2):287-289. doi:10.1001/archopht.1963.00960050289025