I sent a message to the neurologists:

Gentlemen:

Yours of the twentieth century received and lack of contents noted.

Item. You have cut out hunks of the anterior brains of monkeys and

found, after the surgery, they were able to live in the jungle just

as well as before. Item. You have hacked out hunks of the posterior

cerebral tissue of cats with the result that they lost their instincts:

they no longer tended to their kittens, fed them, or defended them.

Item. Your colleagues in medicine are getting similar results with

human prefrontal lobotomies. And yet--you still deny that man and

his works repeat the great pattern of his instincts! You deny that

his reason, his image of himself which he alone deems reasonable, is

but another reflection of this same pattern in another dimension. In

closing, nuts.

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