The man who mistook his wife for a hat (12 page)

   Proprioception, to a considerable extent, can compensate for defects in the inner ears. Thus patients who have been surgically deprived of their labyrinths (as is sometimes done to relieve the intolerable, crippling vertigo of severe Meniere's disease), while at first unable to stand upright or take a single step, may learn to employ and to
enhance
their proprioception quite wonderfully; in particular, to use the sensors in the vast latissimus dorsi muscles of the back-the greatest, most mobile muscular expanse in the body-as an accessory and novel balance organ, a pair of vast, winglike proprioceptors. As the patients become practised, as this becomes second-nature, they are able to stand and walk-not perfectly, but with safety, assurance, and ease.

   Purdon Martin was endlessly thoughtful and ingenious in designing a variety of mechanisms and methods that made it possible for even severely disabled Parkinsonians to achieve an artificial normality of gait and posture-lines painted on the floor, counterweights in the belt, loudly ticking pacemakers-to set the cadence for walking. In this he always learned from his patients (to

   whom, indeed, his great book is dedicated). He was a deeply human pioneer, and in his medicine understanding and collaborating were central: patient and physician were coequals, on the same level, each learning from and helping the other and
between them
arriving at new insights and treatment. But he had not, to my knowledge, devised a prosthesis for the correction of impaired tilting and higher vestibular reflexes, the problem that afflicted Mr MacGregor.

   'So that's it, is it?' asked Mr MacGregor. 'I can't use the spirit level inside my head. I can't use my ears, but I
can
use my eyes. Quizzically, experimentally, he tilted his head to one side: "Things look the same now-the world doesn't tilt." Then he asked for a mirror, and I had a long one wheeled before him. 'Now I see myself tilting,' he said.
'Now
I can straighten up-maybe I could stay straight. . . But I can't live among mirrors, or carry one round with me.'

   He thought again deeply, frowning in concentration-then suddenly his face cleared, and lit up with a smile. 'I've got it!' he exclaimed. 'Yeah, Doc, I've got it! I don't need a mirror-I just need a level. I can't use the spirit levels
inside
my head, but why couldn't I use levels
outside
my head-levels I could
see,
I could use with my eyes?' He took off his glasses, fingering them thoughtfully, his smile slowly broadening.

   'Here, for example, in the rim of my glasses . . . This could tell me, tell my eyes, if I was tilting. I'd keep an eye on it at first; it would be a real strain. But then it might become second-nature, automatic. Okay, Doc, so what do you think?'

   'I think it's a brilliant idea, Mr MacGregor. Let's give it a try.'

   The principle was clear, the mechanics a bit tricky. We first experimented with a sort of pendulum, a weighted thread hung from the rims, but this was too close to the eyes, and scarcely seen at all. Then, with the help of our optometrist and workshop, we made a clip extending two nose-lengths forward from the bridge of the spectacles, with a miniature horizontal level fixed to each side. We fiddled with various designs, all tested and modified by Mr MacGregor. In a couple of weeks we had completed a prototype, a pair of somewhat Heath Robinsonish spirit spectacles: 'The

   world's first pair!' said Mr MacGregor, in glee and triumph. He donned them. They looked a bit cumbersome and odd, but scarcely more so than the bulky hearing-aid spectacles that were coming in at the time. And now a strange sight was to be seen in our Home-Mr MacGregor in the spirit spectacles he had invented and made, his gaze intensely fixed, like a steersman eyeing the binnacle of his ship. This worked, in a fashion-at least he stopped tilting: but it was a continuous, exhausting exercise. And then, over the ensuing weeks, it got easier and easier; keeping an eye on his 'instruments' became unconscious, like keeping an eye on the instrument panel of one's car while being free to think, chat, and do other things.

   Mr MacGregor's spectacles became the rage of St. Dunstan's. We had several other patients with Parkinsonism who also suffered from impairment of tilting reactions and postural reflexes-a problem not only hazardous but also notoriously resistant to treatment. Soon a second patient, then a third, were wearing Mr MacGregor's spirit spectacles, and now, like him, could walk upright, on the level.

   
8

   
Eyes Right!

   Mrs S., an intelligent woman in her sixties, has suffered a massive stroke, affecting the deeper and back portions of her right cerebral hemisphere. She has perfectly preserved intelligence-and humour.

   She sometimes complains to the nurses that tney have not put dessert or coffee on her tray. When they say, 'But, Mrs S., it is right there, on the left', she seems not to understand what they say, and does not look to the left. If her head is gently turned, so that the dessert comes into sight, in the preserved right half of her visual field, she says, 'Oh, there is it-it wasn't there before'. She has totally lost the idea of 'left', with regard to both the world and her own body. Sometimes she complains that her portions are too small, but this is because she only eats from the right half of the plate-it does not occur to her that it has a left half as well. Sometimes, she will put on lipstick, and make up the right half of her face, leaving the left half completely neglected: it is almost impossible to treat these things, because her attention cannot be drawn to them ('hemi-inattention'-see Battersby 1956) and she has no conception that they are wrong. She knows it intellectually, and can understand, and laugh; but it is impossible for her to know it directly.

   Knowing it intellectually, knowing it inferentially, she has worked out strategies for dealing with her imperception. She cannot look left, directly, she cannot turn left, so what she does is to turn right-and right through a circle. Thus she requested, and was given, a rotating wheelchair. And now if she cannot find something which she knows should be there, she swivels to the right,

   through a circle, until it comes into view. She finds this signally successful if she cannot find her coffee or dessert. If her portions seem too small, she will swivel to the right, keeping her eyes to the right, until the previously missed half now comes into view; she will eat this, or rather half of this, and feel less hungry than before. But if she is still hungry, or if she thinks on the matter, and realises that she may have perceived only half of the missing half, she will make a second rotation till the remaining quarter comes into view, and, in turn, bisect this yet again. This usually suffices-after all, she has now eaten seven-eighths of the portion-but she may, if she is feeling particularly hungry or obsessive, make a third turn, and secure another sixteenth of her portion (leaving, of course, the remaining sixteenth, the left sixteenth, on her plate). 'It's absurd,' she says. 'I feel like Zeno's arrow-I never get there. It may look funny, but under the circumstances what else can I do?'

   It would seem far simpler for her to rotate the plate than rotate herself. She agrees, and has tried this-or at least tried to try it. But it is oddly difficult, it does not come naturally, whereas whizzing round in her chair does, because her looking, her attention, her spontaneous movements and impulses, are all now exclusively and instinctively to the right.

   Especially distressing to her was the derision which greeted her when she appeared only half made-up, the left side of her face absurdly void of lipstick and rouge. 'I look in the mirror,' she said, 'and do all I see.' Would it be possible, we wondered, for her to have a 'mirror' such that she would see the left side of her face on the right? That is, as someone else, facing her, would see her. We tried a video system, with camera and monitor facing her, and the results were startling, and bizarre. For now, using the video screen as a 'mirror', she did see the left side of her face to her right, an experience confounding even to a normal person (as anyone knows who has tried to shave using a video screen), and doubly confounding, uncanny, for her, because the left side of her face and body, which she now saw, had no feeling, no existence, for her, in consequence of her stroke. 'Take it away!' she cried, in distress

   and bewilderment, so we did not explore the matter further. This is a pity because, as R. L. Gregory also wonders, there might be much promise in such forms of video feedback for such patients with hemi-inattention and left hemi-field extinction. The matter is so physically, indeed metaphysically, confusing that only experiment can decide.

   
Postscript

   Computers and computer games (not available in 1976, when I saw Mrs S.) may also be invaluable to patients with unilateral neglect in monitoring the 'missing' half, or teaching them to do this themselves; I have recently (1986) made a short film of this. I could not make reference, in the original edition of this book, to a very important book which came out almost simultaneously:
Principles of Behavioral Neurology
(Philadelphia: 1985), edited by M. Marsel Mesulam. I cannot forbear quoting Mesulam's eloquent formulation of 'neglect':

   When the neglect is severe, the patient may behave almost as if one half of the universe had abruptly ceased to exist in any meaningful form. . . . Patients with unilateral neglect behave not only as if nothing were actually happening in the left hem-ispace, but also as if nothing of any importance could be expected to occur there.

   
9

   
The President's Speech

   
What
was going on? A roar of laughter from the aphasia ward, just as the President's speech was coming on, and they had all been so eager to hear the President speaking . . .

   There he was, the old Charmer, the Actor, with his practised rhetoric, his histrionisms, his emotional appeal-and all the patients were convulsed with laughter. Well, not all: some looked bewildered, some looked outraged, one or two looked apprehensive, but most looked amused. The President was, as always, moving-but he was moving them, apparently, mainly to laughter. What could they be thinking? Were they failing to understand him? Or did they, perhaps, understand him all too well?

   It was often said of these patients, who though intelligent had the severest receptive or global aphasia, rendering them incapable of understanding words as such, that they none the less understood most of what was said to them. Their friends, their relatives, the nurses who knew them well, could hardly believe, sometimes, that they
were
aphasic.

   This was because, when addressed naturally, they grasped some or most of the meaning. And one does speak 'naturally', naturally.

   Thus, to demonstrate their aphasia, one had to go to extraordinary lengths, as a neurologist, to speak and behave un-naturally, to remove all the extraverbal cues-tone of voice, intonation, suggestive emphasis or inflection, as well as all visual cues (one's expressions, one's gestures, one's entire, largely unconscious, personal repertoire and posture): one had to remove all of this (which might involve total concealment of one's person, and total deper-sonalisation of one's voice, even to using a computerised voice

   synthesiser) in order to reduce speech to pure words, speech totally devoid of what Frege called 'tone-colour'
(Klangenfarben)
or 'evocation'. With the most sensitive patients, it was only with such a grossly artificial, mechanical speech-somewhat like that of the computers in
Star Trek
-that one could be wholly sure of their aphasia.

   Why all this? Because speech-natural speech-does
not
consist of words alone, nor (as Hughlings Jackson thought) 'propositions' alone. It consists of
utterance
-an uttering-forth of one's whole meaning with one's whole being-the understanding of which involves infinitely more than mere word-recognition. And this was the clue to aphasiacs' understanding, even when they might be wholly uncomprehending of words as such. For though the words, the verbal constructions,
per se,
might convey nothing, spoken language is normally suffused with 'tone', embedded in an expressiveness which transcends the verbal-and it is precisely this expressiveness, so deep, so various, so complex, so subtle, which is perfectly preserved in aphasia, though understanding of words be destroyed. Preserved-and often more: preternaturally enhanced . . .

   This too becomes clear-often in the most striking, or comic, or dramatic way-to all those who work or live closely with aphasiacs: their families or friends or nurses or doctors. At first, perhaps, we see nothing much the matter; and then we see that there has been a great change, almost an inversion, in their understanding of speech. Something has gone, has been devastated, it is true- but something has come, in its stead, has been immensely enhanced, so that-at least with emotionally-laden utterance-the meaning may be fully grasped even when every word is missed. This, in our species
Homo loquens,
seems almost an inversion of the usual order of things: an inversion, and perhaps a reversion too, to something more primitive and elemental. And this perhaps is why Hughlings Jackson compared aphasiacs to dogs (a comparison that might outrage both!) though when he did this he was chiefly thinking of their linguistic incompetences, rather than their remarkable, and almost infallible, sensitivity to 'tone' and feeling. Henry Head, more sensitive in this regard, speaks of 'feeling-tone'

   in his (1926) treatise on aphasia, and stresses how it is preserved, and often enhanced, in aphasiacs.*

   Thus the feeling I sometimes have-which all of us who work closely with aphasiacs have-that one cannot lie to an aphasiac. He cannot grasp your words, and so cannot be deceived by them; but what he grasps he grasps with infallible precision, namely the
expression
that goes with the words, that total, spontaneous, involuntary expressiveness which can never be simulated or faked, as words alone can, all too easily . . .