“But is one familiar with one’s thumbs? I mean if one were suddenly confronted with them, detached as it were, would one recognise them. In looking at my own, they do not somehow seem terrible identifiable… What an abyss I seem to have opened up at my feet! Are they my feet? They are looking rather red and podgy and boneless, and I would just as soon they weren’t mine.”
Edward Gorey, in a letter to Peter Neumeyer, 1968.