The compiler and his friends are enthusiasts for rhyme and meter, but psychological interest is entirely lacking. It is difficult to find a justification for a mere array of mediocre verse simply because it was written by inmates of a mental hospital—the more so, since a beginning has, in fact, already been made in the direction of an interpretation of the artistic works of the insane. The book, therefore, is not only of no value whatever but actually darkens counsel by giving the impression that no such investigation is achievable.