An intern in a mental hospital relates his experience with Joe Slater, an inmate who died at the facility a few weeks after being confined as a criminally insane murderer. He describes Slater as a typical denizen of the Catskill Mountain region, who corresponds exactly with the 'white trash' of the South, for whom laws and morals are nonexistent and whose general mental status is probably below that of any other native American people. Although Slater's crime was exceedingly brutal and unprovoked he had an absurd appearance of harmless stupidity and the doctors guessed his age at about forty. During the third night of his confinement, Slater had the first of his attacks. He burst from an uneasy sleep into a frenzy so violent it took four orderlies to strait-jacket him. For nearly fifteen minutes he gave vent to an incredible rant. The words were in the voice and couched in the paltry vocabulary of Joe Slater but the onlookers could construe from the inadequate language a vision of: