What IS that?
It’s a deformed little doll’s arm, right? No, no, no, my friend: that is tangible evidence of my insanity. I must have made that thing over again at least three times. And each time took a long time. It’s still not right, but ask me if I care at this point. Oh yes; yes, I do. I care a great deal more than a sane person could. This is how I know that I am, in fact, nutso. And I still have to make the other one.
Making a doll’s hand with individual little fingers is ridiculously hard. If Hedda ever gets a sister we’ll have to call her stumpy because I’m not doing this again.