Poor Vincent. The troubled artist. Cutting off his own left ear and in the end shooting himself in the chest causing two days of agony before he died.
His self admission to a mental institution resulted in cold water bath treatments.
Seems a ridiculous idea now doesn’t it? Was it supposed to shock the troubles out of ones head or frighten the brain into developing some new way to address the anguish, fear or whatever else racked it?
The thing is that at the end of the 19th Century people only knew what they knew. We know now that what they knew was daft.
We only know now what we know. In the future they will know that what we know now is daft.