Is it just me noticing the horrible, horrible Humpty-Dumpty? You know, the one in the corner with the face that will be in my future nightmares of the macabre.

Where would you put it?

Often, the administration would have the patients print out hospital letterhead and medical journals, so the asylum could make profit from free labour. Sometimes, the patients were allowed to utilise the presses for their own personal newsletters that they would distribute to their companions. Often this turned out to be insane paranoic ramblings, but one or two "submissions" would contain sane, articulate, and pained expressions about the life others consider insane. The newsletters found were usually confiscated and filed for analysis. Thus, any patients who wanted to submit anything used pseudonyms; The Blonde, Purple Condition, and 57-11.
Just an interesting fact or two I thought you might enjoy.

Looks like an Edward Gorey engraving.

I'll tell ya, I definitely wouldn't mind dancing in here.

beautiful

Nice dutch angle
gives an air of desperation