Every picture that I looked at, be it a crow in flight, the shadow of a passing aeroplane, or the blob of a black poodle, reminded me of an ink-blot.
My answers were noted, written down, and resulted in my passing the Rorschach Test with a one-hundred percent score.
It was, it should be said, the tester’s very first attempt at carrying out the Rorschach Test – the letter asking me to return to retake the test arrived very soon after.
This time I would be far less likely to get a perfect score.
