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t byfield <[email protected]> - very busily keeping nn locked in his personal closet ___… away from the world uuuuuuuuuuuu
"she's mine! all mine!" he mumbles in sync with other western .edu personnel e.g. chris murtagh



>> hallucinated. konfused. intoxicated.
>
>'spooky'


dearest ted

ernst dwinger in his siberian diary mentions a german lieutenant
-for years a prisoner in a camp where cold + hunger were almost unbearable-
who konstrukted himself a silent piano with wooden keys.

in the most abjekt misery, perpetually surrounded by a ragged mob, he
komposed a strange musik which was audible to him alone.



<were this a fairytale

you see, my dear ted, i have merely built a piano.
but she ___… she plays rachmaninov beautifully.


in gratitude for your superlative + superlative + superlative assistance during the piano's creation
i prepackage two gifts - just for uuuuuuuuuu






Creature comforts: baby monkeys held on to the cloth mother (left) whenever they could.
"You cried and cried and cried, and I wanted so much to comfort you, and I knew that I just mustn't pick you up and hold you. That's what they told me, so I believed them." That was a mother in my own family, apologizing decades later to her adult daughter. The mother still suffered because she had not dared to comfort her baby.

In Love at Goon Park, Deborah Blum tells the extraordinary story of Harry Harlow. It is a nuanced and brilliant evocation of a major figure in psychology who dared to challenge the orthodoxy of his time. Harlow said that babies need love, that they are born needing love, and that without contact, comfort and social responsiveness, primates, including humans, grow up as incomplete beings