"When I was 14 my grandparents suggested that I needed plastic surgery. They made an appointment with a famous cosmetic surgeon, and it was decided that my nose should be straightened, that a scar on my left leg should be covered up with a piece of skin taken from my ass, and that my ears should be pulled back. I had doubts, but they reassured me, I could change my mind up until the very last moment. In the end, though, it was Doctor F himself who put an end to my dilemma. Two days before the operation, he committed suicide."
Sophie Calle, Appointment with Sigmund Freud
