As Anthony turned toward the wall, he leaned against the column to support himself. He was completely hunched, the lines of his body were bent.
“Oh, it’s just a painting, Chinese-style.” He shrugged his shoulders, and I noticed his shoulders twitch convulsively. He rested both arms on the table and his hands trembled slightly. The man looked as if he would fall over any minute. There was a lack of equilibrium in his facial expression: his eyebrows twitched, his lips were twisted, his nose and neck danced wildly. Yes, there was a clear impairment in his motor skills. A certain lack of coordination in his movements – ataxia, scientists call it – would persist for long periods. At the same time, these symptoms seemed rather exaggerated to me, excessive. He appeared to be trying to lead me to
