Preface
Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 3:14 am
Notes from the preface
The last sentence of the "Preface" is: “But above all, I have tried to listen to my patients and subjects, to imagine and enter their experiences—it is these which form the core of this book” There are two novelties here: an author who puts the conclusion at the end of the chapter and a Doctor who listens to his patients. I'd say this book is misclassified, it is a work of pure fiction (at least the "Preface" anyway).
This is my introduction to “exaptations.” Sounds like a subject for future reading.
Did Billy really say that? “ ' We have a 'susceptibility to music.' “Our susceptibility to music and other aspects of 'our higher aesthetic, moral and intellectual life; ' as having entered the mind 'by the back stairs.' “--William James (probably in his book Psychology) I always knew William was more fun, and a better writer, than his little brother Henry. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get myself to care about Daisy Miller.
This book is in the style of The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat and Awakenings. Clear, no jargon, no previous knowledge assumed. I am looking forward to reading it.
The last sentence of the "Preface" is: “But above all, I have tried to listen to my patients and subjects, to imagine and enter their experiences—it is these which form the core of this book” There are two novelties here: an author who puts the conclusion at the end of the chapter and a Doctor who listens to his patients. I'd say this book is misclassified, it is a work of pure fiction (at least the "Preface" anyway).
This is my introduction to “exaptations.” Sounds like a subject for future reading.
Did Billy really say that? “ ' We have a 'susceptibility to music.' “Our susceptibility to music and other aspects of 'our higher aesthetic, moral and intellectual life; ' as having entered the mind 'by the back stairs.' “--William James (probably in his book Psychology) I always knew William was more fun, and a better writer, than his little brother Henry. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get myself to care about Daisy Miller.
This book is in the style of The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat and Awakenings. Clear, no jargon, no previous knowledge assumed. I am looking forward to reading it.