Alone in his room with lavender walls, a steel plate mirror, and a dormitory mattress with tightly folded sheets, a skeleton-thin forty-four-year-old Ronald Neyman remained barefoot in a Hudson Psychiatric Hospital gown barely long enough to cover his knobby knees. Tall enough to touch a basketball net flat-footed, he towered over throngs of manic-depressives, epileptics, schizophrenics, and irrational subjects pacing...