Gandy Dancing: Part I <br>From the Quatrain <br><b>Some Die Mad</b>
Gandy Dancing begins one of the more remarkable sagas of the last fifty years, the story of Malcolm Ward and his betrayal into the feared and violent world of the 1950's Insane Asylum when Thorozine was only an experiment and attendants routinely walked in pairs and laced up hobnail boots. Whoever would have thought One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was really the lighthearted version. Written by a man who was there and who still survived.
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