Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

If there was ever a time for a bath-room/sanitarium combo, this it it. [Although apparently, 1898—the date of this ad—was a pretty rough year, as well.]

A short six months ago, I'd contest that sitting directly over an open flame would 'soothe the nerves', but now, as we careen through an arbitrary period of 100 fraught days, I can definitely see the virtue of such self-punishment. Under the current circumstances, I'd even give the 'not ours' model a try, too.