When Marguerite was bored she cut (usually with symmetry) 3″ pieces off her hair.
When Marguerite was anxious she shaved neat corkscrews of skin off her hands and feet. When Marguerite was in love she got thin. When Marguerite was angry, she aimed for control. The rest of the time she tried to oblige.

Her doctor told her that she was experiencing a failure of primordial psychological activity, distorted and masked by human cognitive and affective superstructures, a hereditary predisposition to paranoia, mythomania, a persistence of omnipotent feelings from childhood and a low sense of self esteem. “Aha,” Marguerite said, “Arbeit macht frei.” And she became a painter.