From Freud’s Couch, Scott’s Buttocks, Bronte’s Grave (University of Chicago, 2011):
The couch is covered with the most luxurious looking Persian rugs, textiles woven by the women of a nomadic Qashqai tribe of southern Iran, with deep, warm reds and ochers, intricately patterned and exquisitely textured.
My wife, the psychoanalyst’s daughter, captured the seduction of the stage set perfectly: “It’s like a cocoon,” she said wonderingly, wishing she could have had Sigi as her analyst, and then added, “a cross between an office and a bordello.” It is certainly not like my mother-in-law’s austere couch on the upper East side in New York, all bare lines and free from distractions – or any other analyst’s office I have seen. . .
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