The complexity and problems in the lives of South Africans in the newly minted post-apartheid state are richly interpreted in Madumo, both by westerners like Adam Ashforth and Africans he has known in Soweto. Witchcraft is taken up by both westerners and South Africans as an active encapsulation of these struggles, and the relevance of witchcraft to a modern life and a modern future is debated.
As Ashforth says, "Despite the dawning of democracy, people were still suffering. Yet the task of interpreting the meaning of misfortune was becoming more complex." (9)

Madumo describes the conflict of a modern man trying to honor his ancestors: "the problem with us that we Africans, when life picks up and things are going smooth for us, we normally forget about our ancestors. Because we are trying to follow western culture." (24). The youth are ignorant of tradition, especially in an era of rural exodus, and a plethora of dangerously creative witchdoctors reflects this. The elder members of the society are still expected to govern and judge the plans of youth, however: one witchdoctor, Dr. Zonki, reflects that in the normal course of events, but especially with regards to witchcraft, Madumo must "approach the elders of [his] family and do this in the proper way" (199). This shows a more resilient side of ancestor worship, and witchcraft's role in preserving tradition, however shabbily.

The recent "deluge of witchcraft" (98-99) points out just how people use bewitchment to come to grips with living in a new South Africa. As a tool, it not only reinforces gender roles and traditional life, it has proven capable of innovation and has been profitable for many. It has also survived the secularism of the new South Africa; Dr. Zonki himself mixed potions for the fighting Inkatha in the hostel of Soweto, and yet has no trouble because of this past in the new pluralistic state. A space for the interpretation of social and physical ills, as attributable to malevolent forces outside of ones control, has survived the fall of apartheid as well.
"For all the talk of ubuntu, or 'African humanism' by the new African elite, on the streets of Soweto the practice of everyday life was tending ever more towards the dog-eat-dog"(232).

The new era puts blacks in conflict over housing and electricity, which are no longer free as a concession of the apartheid government against violence. The difficulty of everyday pursuits is reflected in the "university-thing" comments of Madumo's relatives, who are impatient with his pursuit of his new opportunities. These sentiments might be echoed by any working family struggling with a devalued Rand and the expensive prospect of academics (17). The rise in witchings and witch doctors is also related to the emergence of AIDS, which is sweeping the country.

Ashford notes that "none of the dispositions of professionals writing about Africa seemed to make much sense" (244). While I might agree with him, I want to hear more about how he sees the western tradition, which itself is based upon histories of occultism and itself has religions grounded in the invisible and the transubstantiated, as reflecting possible egress from the problems facing these South Africans. Should we come down upon "folk wisdom" which anchors witchcraft, or should we subscribe a movement towards the "folk wisdom" of Western modernity (245) which supports secularism and "enlightenment"? Ashforth gives us a detailed and localized view of witchcraft as an institution and inescapable fact of South African life, but the modern era and its changes are probably having an increasingly positive and liberalizing effect upon this tradition.

Although this is perhaps equally as much memoir of Ashforth as it is social history of Sowetan bewitchment,
the book is fairly straightforward, and the writing is succinct and modest. We may find ourselves wondering just how useful this book is, however, as something beyond candid reportage. Can we really understand what motivates the ongoing crisis of identity in Africa? Ashforth is right at least in that we should, because the implications of African demise will affect us all in coming years, from AIDS to terrorism. It is also worth considering, as this book does, what tradition can really do for people.

Although he is now a professor in the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, Adam Ashforth has spent much of the past ten years in Soweto, living there full time until the elections of 1994, and then going back for three months each year. He has friends there, so he goes to South Africa for his vacations. _Madumo: A Man Bewitched_ (University of Chicago Press) tells the story of one such friend, and the extraordinary lengths toward which friendship goes. It is a warm, generally happy book blending memoir, reportage, and sociology. It is steeped in witchcraft. Madumo, a friend from Ashforth's first stay in Soweto, has been thrown out of his house because a prophet of the Zion Christian Church told Madumo's younger brother that Madumo had used witchcraft to murder their mother, and Madumo had been thrown out of the family home.

Much of the book has to do with the counter-witchcraft Ashforth helps Madumo hire, through a medicine man named Mr. Zondi. Madumo has to be washed with herbs and earth from Madumo's mother's grave. There is a ritual cutting of Madumo's hands and legs, with mercury rubbed into the cuts. A white hen is slaughtered in a pre-feast to assure the ancestors of goodwill and more to come. Other herbs induce vomiting, the sort of purgative that has been favored in folk medicine for centuries, but which makes Madumo seriously ill. Ashforth tells a surgeon friend about what Madumo is going through, and the surgeon explains the danger. The vomiting can cause dehydration, kidney failure, and bleeding from the esophagus. Ashforth seriously worries if he had been too simple-minded in endorsing the Zondi cure.

The treatments bring improvement for Madumo. The improvement can't promise him a new place in his family, or within the South African economy, however; the strange daily life and business ways of the Sowetan community are a constant theme in this unique memoir. The main theme is, of course, the pervasive belief in witchcraft, and Ashforth explains how as a form of belief in the supernatural it takes its place with other religious ideas as a way of trying to make sense of the world. Ashforth is often asked if he believes in witchcraft, and he resoundingly doesn't. But he also knows that there are no arguments persuasive enough to make believers think that Madumo's treatment is placebo any more than those who pray can be convinced that prayer is not a real interaction with the divine. Trying to argue Madumo out of his beliefs would have availed Ashforth nothing, while paying for the treatment did give his friend a new life. Thus the materialist harnessed counter-witchcraft to help a bewitched friend, and brought results.

Maduma is a young South African accused of using witchcraft to kill his mother - his act falls under the local police's special 'Occult-related Crimes Unit' and his friend, author Ashforth, helps him search for a solution. Spiritual and social issues blend in a fascinating biographical and cultural coverage.

This is a truly fascinating and engaging work. The meaning of indepence from Great Britain is much more profound that one would think on first thought. With this idea in mind, Morgan penetrates to the fundamental ideas and characters of each three men. For both Washington and Adams, I must say that he is right on target. His account of Jefferson is also good, although I cannot help but wonder why Morgan spends some much time and space castigating the man for what he views to be his short-comings. Regardless of the actual merit of his criticisms, he clearly strays rather far from the subject of the work. Nevertheless, the piece as a whole is gem.

Edmund Morgan is perhaps the most readable American colonial historian. Best known for his books on the Puritans and colonial slavery, Morgan here presents three lectures on what three founding fathers thought about independence. George Washington, John Adams, and Thomas Jefferson are three very complicated individuals, and no short lecture is going to completely explicate their ideas. But Morgan brings his typical verve and clarity to the subject, and speaking as a AP history teacher, I found them to be well worth my time.

I first encountered Morgan's wonderful book in a college history class (thanks, Dr. Bourdon!), but this is no dry academic tome (personally, I think that there is no reason an academic book has to be dry, anyway). The book's three essays--one each on the named presidents and their points of view on the struggle that produced this nation--are both insightful and pleasurable reading. For the casual reader, there is Morgan's gift for anecdote. His description of the personality conflict between Adams and Benjamin Franklin is hilarious, as is Adams' timeless description of the tedium of legislatures (some things really do never change!). That said, there is also serious analysis of these three men, and what each contributed, thought, and said, written with a critcal but respectful tone. It's hard to say which essay is the best, but those who despise Thomas Jefferson for hypocrisy should certainly read his section, and learn about his genuine, if tempered, idealism--a trait we could use more of in the 1990's. This is an excellent choice for anyone who wants to broaden and deepen his or her knowledge of the origins of this country.

Zagajewski is an amazing talent, with the ability to paint pictures--images, not representations--both warm and cold, painful but filled with loving insight. This is a poet who knows the limit experience, but can speak of it like he was sitting at your kitchen table over taboule and coffee. A wonderful gift of words to the world.

This is quite simply one of the best books of poetry I've ever read. Don't be fooled by the fact that it starts out with shorter poems (some of which have less impact)-- one can only understand the fineness of this book when contemplating it as a whole. It is a book that should be read from beginning to end. These are heartbreaking poems. "Summer' is only one of my many favorites. Adam Zagajewski is one of the finest poets writing today. I recommend this book to everyone who reads poetry.

Zagajewski's work is a treasure -- poems here are the best to come from Europe in a long time. This is a major poet who has no equals in his generation. The mysticism here is how to be a human being. Though it comes from Europe, this book is about ourselves. We should bow our heads for this is the voice of Orpheus speaking.

Robert Adams' latest book of landscape photographs - "Notes for Friends" - continues to challenge our views of what a landscape photograph can and should be. Beware though, not only are Robert Adams and Ansel Adams not related, neither are their photographs. I believe Robert Adams is responding to a reality that was only beginning to be recognized when Ansel Adams was producing his greatest works during the 30's and 40's. As a result, Robert Adams' pictures are not the glorious large format views of wilderness once synonomous with our concept of 'nature'.

Most of these pictures were taken at the boundry of commercial farmland and encroaching urban sprawl. If you think about it for a while, what else is there? Does it really make sense for any photographer to plant his tripod in the same spot as the previous dozen have done in order to photograph the same 0.1% of our land reasonably preserved as wilderness? Isn't the seemingly endless succession of photographs of pristine beaches, glowing aspens and towering clouds over unspoiled mountains a deception if not an outright lie? Does anyone in 21st century America still think this is 'nature'?

But, what if a perceptive photographer who truly cares about all this were to just go out a few miles from home and walk about with a 35mm camera any of us could afford to own? What if his goal were to find whatever beauty may still exist and, perhaps, some reason to be hopeful for the future? What would result? I believe the result would be photographs just like the ones Robert Adams has given us in "Notes for Friends". For those who can cope with what we have done to our natual heritage, it's a wonderful book of pictures. For others seeking refuge in the past, it will invariably disappoint.

Just this day received my newest purchase, by Robert Adams, wonderful dreamy and poetic, yet gritty and real.

Someone paid me the best compliment ever recently when they compared my own art to Mr Adams'

This book will take a proud spot beside my bed for the next few weeks it will be a joy to fall asleep with it in my hands dreaming of the impending spring and summer light that is soon to reach us here in the southern hemisphere.

I must admit I was pleaently surprised to see that it was almost exclusively images, I was expecting another collection of essays similar to his recent book "Why People Photograph"

Crikey I'm not complaining

I couldn't agree more with the previous review. If I see another (Ansel) Adams calendar on a wine-bar wall, I think I may just throw up. That stuff just feels like chocolate box kitsch to me now, whereas (Robert) Adams is at least trying to show us exactly what he actually sees, rather than a stage managed image of 'natural' perfection, and so to me at least, he feels more genuine and far less smug than his more famous namesake. But hey, I love this book, and this photgrapher, so I'm probably a tad biased.

This book took me back to childhood days in front of my Commodore 64, wandering the realms of Sosaria and Britannia. Fans of the famous computer-game series will get a kick out of this book, although it is dated -- I think it only goes up to Ultima VI.

Smashing! Explains it all, and is exceptional in its coverage of how Ultima IV came together. Wasn't exactly how I pictured it, but tied up a lot of loose ends.

After reading this - you'll have to play 1 through 6 again just to see all the easter eggs, the in-jokes, the hidden items, and see it all in a whole new light.

Shay Addams' companion piece to the first 6 titles in the Ultima series, "The Official Book of Ultima", will appeal to fans of the games on two fronts:

The first half of the book is a well-written, lively history of the Ultima series, all the way back to Richard Garriot's first game, Akalabeth. Addams presents all the usual anecdotes, but adds many new stories to the legend of Lord British and the company he founded, Origin Systems.

The second half of the book consists of solutions to the first 6 games in the Ultima series, including a full solution to Ultima I, the first such solution ever published. The solutions are written in a narrative style, as if the game character is actually experiencing the game, rather than the usual "Click here, do this" type of solution we're all familiar with.

In short, this is an outstanding book that no self-respecting fan of the Ultima series should be without.

The title of this book is somewhat deceptive, in that this is not a history of the entire Confederate Partisan Ranger Corps. Rather, this is a good book that recounts the organization of Johnson's 10th Kentucky Cavalry, the little known actions that took place in Western Kentucky during 1862, and the service of the unit under General John Hunt Morgan. One of the good points of the book is that Johnson included not only his own memoirs, but war accounts written by several other members of the command. Another good point is the inclusion of a roster of the men who served under Johnson's command. A very good book for those interested in Confederate Cavalry and Partisan Ranger units.

At first I thought this book was merely a grandiose tale but as I began to research General Johnson I could not disprove any of the text. Further I found that General Johnson was even bolder, braver, and a much better leader than he claims. A wonderful book for anyone who follows the Civil War in Kentucky, Tennesse, Indiana, and Ohio.

this book has immense historical value. it has prisoner accounts of camp treatment. it has step by step accounts of escape attempts. and best yet, my ggggrandfather is in it.

When I first picked up this book, I expeted to understand the Jabber protocol in sufficient depth to implement my own IM client. Instead, the approach this book takes is that Jabber isn't just an XML-based protocol strictly for IM, rather it is a general purpose event notification protocol that has some very nice message routing and user management features built into it. While I was reading about the messages that Jabber has defined as part of the protocol, I could easily see other applications/devices generating Jabber messages to notify subscribers (either other systems, or people) of events.

This book covers everything relevant to Jabber technology, from lowest level innerworkings and extensibility examples for developers to configuration and deployment for admins. Most of the book is spent looking directly at the Jabber XML protocol, instead of a specific API implementation. This way, the book covers the technology and doesn't get lost in how one particular API models the protocol.

I picked up this book after reading a good review on Slashdot.org, and I'm happy to say that I'm not disappointed.

The book covers the installation of the server and the configuration (including a Jabber cluster), and then starts covering the XML protocol that is used to send information between servers and clients.

Several useful real-world examples are given, including a CVS-notification system, keyword assistant, headline viewer, etc. There is even a project to hook Jabber up to a coffee pot using Lego Mindstorm, with the point being to show how flexible Jabber can be. Examples are in PERL, Python and Java.

The book makes it quite clear that there is far more to Jabber than just instant-messaging.

As a disclaimer, I have been involved with Jabber for 3 years, am the author of one of the more popular Jabber clients for linux, and am a friend of DJ's.

Jabber finally has its Bible. DJ has written an excellent introduction into the world of Jabber, covering everything a programmer would need to become familiar with the protocol for this Open instant messaging system. He covers everything from the basics of what exactly Jabber is, how to deal with presence, messages, and basic extensions, all the way up to complicated and unfinished extensions such as XML-RPC. Anyone programming Jabber needs this as a reference, and anyone looking to get started in the Jabber world need not look further than this book.

Adam Phillips takes the title of his book -- PROMISES, PROMISES -- from the last entry in this collection of essays, where he outlines the underlying theme of his collection. He says, "For me - for all sorts of reasons - there has always been only one category, literature, of which psychoanalysis becomes a part." He says in reading, one carries out a solitary act, a meditation of sorts. In reading literature -- whatever that is, and the lines have become clouded in recent years -- one engages a person who is not present in the room. On the other hand, psychoanalysis where one engages someone who is in the room is "literature restored to practicality -- the absolute antithesis of art for art's sake..." All these essays deal with some aspect of psychoanalysis and frequently Phillips uses the published word - 'literature' - to illustrate his point. Sometimes, an essay is a "talk" Phillips has given to a group, such as "On Translating a Person" originally presented as the Gwyn Jones Memorial Lecture in Cardiff Wales in 2000. In this essay, Phillips refers to a book by Raymond William entitled 'Materialism and Culture', about Welsh society. Because Phillips is from Wales (and Jewish), he is interested in how Williams "translates" the Welsh culture. Phillips says "What Williams is alerting us to is that what he calls the emergence of 'structures of feelings' depend upon the culture forms available for use. And each of those forms carries with it a history and a class consciousness." Phillips applies this idea to psychoanalysis where he says the individual has a "consciousness of history, a consciousness of alternatives, a consciousness of aspirations and possibilities: a wish for translation." He says, "Psychoanalyst don't think of themselves as translating people. The analyst interprets, reconstructs, questions, redescribes, returns the signifier..but he rarely describes what he does as translating the patient's material." Yet, the analyst is assisting the analysand to interpret his own life, to read his own text, to translate. In the end, who decides if the translation is a good one? Many of the essays are reviews of books-most biographies and a few autobiographies. A few works of non-fiction are included. I particularly enjoyed "Doing Heads" a review of Patrick McGrath's book 'Picador Book of New Gothic' which describes how horror stories moved from the exteral world to the internal world with the arrival of Edgar Allen Poe who dealt with "the terror inside." All of these essays explore the challenge of knowing the self, establishing an "identity" by reading and absorbing literature and/or by taking a more pragmatic approach and entering analysis. In the first, the writer who is not present facilitates the reader's interpretation and understanding. In the latter, the analyst who is present facilitates the act of reading and interpreting the self. In both situations, the reader is free to choose how and what s/he will interpret, absorb, and apply. Phillips seems to have concluded that while one can spend a lifetime attempting to know the self in the end the authentic self may be unknowable.

In the Preface to this collection of essays Phillips comes right out and describes the duo of language and psychoanalysis as warp and woof. Without one, the other loses form - and meaning. Each and both are his focus here, and he manages in this book to ably wear two hats: that of an enthusiastically literary (he read English as an undergraduate) psychotherapist, and also an essayist on literary topics who is - not at all by accident - unapologetically psychoanalytically-oriented. He is playful and he writes with clarity and precision. You never puzzle out a Phillips sentence; you reread because you were pleased the first time. In addition his clinical experiences (as a child psychotherapist) inform some of the pieces.

Sometimes he is elegantly simple - to set the hook, and is almost epigrammatic, as when he asserts, "One way of describing growing up would be to say that it involves a transition from the imperative to the interrogative - from 'Food!' to 'I want' - to 'Can I have?'" In addition, the Phillips knack for successfully and bracingly arguing both sides of a story is out in full force.

Some of the subjects under discussion are poetry and psychoanalysis; narcissism (not such a bad thing); anorexia nervosa; clutter (as "the obstacle to desire" and the "object of desire"); agoraphobia; poet Frederick Seidel's one book of published poems; grief and melancholy; jokes, and an appreciation of Martin Amis (which jauntily starts out, "For three words once, in 1987, Martin Amis sounded like D.H. Lawrence.") Several (among them "Christopher Hill's Revolution and Me") are autobiographical, and all are thoroughly engaging.

There are 28 essays. Some are book reviews. Some discuss writers or thinkers I'd never read. One of Phillips' abilities is to reference someone with whom you are unfamiliar, and make that person come alive in the course of the essay. You will not be lost, or lose interest.

You can dip into this book, come back to it, skip around, or steam through it. Phillips is flexible, and so is this collection. From Phillips' essay on American psychotherapist and essayist Leslie Farber, in which he mentions Farber's writing style: "Out of languages at odds with each other, if not actually at war with each other - the languages of Freud, of Sullivan, of Buber; of autobiography, of existentialism, of phenomenology, of a too-much-protested-against romanticism - Farber has found a way of being at once easily accessible to his readers, and surely but subtly unusually demanding of them." Phillips was also describing himself.

A very worthwhile book.

In the Preface to this collection of essays Phillips comes right out and describes the duo of language and psychoanalysis as warp and woof. Without one, the other loses form - and meaning. Each and both are his focus here, and he manages in this book to ably wear two hats: that of an enthusiastically literary (he read English as an undergraduate) psychotherapist, and also an essayist on literary topics who is - not at all by accident - unapologetically psychoanalytically-oriented. He is playful and he writes with clarity and precision. You never puzzle out a Phillips sentence; you reread because you were pleased the first time. In addition his clinical experiences (as a child psychotherapist) inform some of the pieces.

Sometimes he is elegantly simple - to set the hook, and is almost epigrammatic, as when he asserts, "One way of describing growing up would be to say that it involves a transition from the imperative to the interrogative - from 'Food!' to 'I want' - to 'Can I have?'" In addition, the Phillips knack for successfully and bracingly arguing both sides of a story is out in full force.

Some of the subjects under discussion are poetry and psychoanalysis; narcissism (not such a bad thing); anorexia nervosa; clutter (as "the obstacle to desire" and the "object of desire"); agoraphobia; poet Frederick Seidel's one book of published poems; grief and melancholy; jokes, and an appreciation of Martin Amis (which jauntily starts out, "For three words once, in 1987, Martin Amis sounded like D.H. Lawrence.") Several (among them "Christopher Hill's Revolution and Me") are autobiographical, and all are thoroughly engaging.

There are 28 essays. Some are book reviews. Some discuss writers or thinkers I'd never read. One of Phillips' abilities is to reference someone with whom you are unfamiliar, and make that person come alive in the course of the essay. You will not be lost, or lose interest.

You can dip into this book, come back to it, skip around, or steam through it. Phillips is flexible, and so is this collection. From Phillips' essay on American psychotherapist and essayist Leslie Farber, in which he mentions Farber's writing style: "Out of languages at odds with each other, if not actually at war with each other - the languages of Freud, of Sullivan, of Buber; of autobiography, of existentialism, of phenomenology, of a too-much-protested-against romanticism - Farber has found a way of being at once easily accessible to his readers, and surely but subtly unusually demanding of them." Phillips was also describing himself.

A very worthwhile book.

Molly Doogan thought that the adventures were over for Rairarubia, or at least for herself! However, Molly now had the ability to travel from her own world to Rairarubia and the temptation was too big to ignore. Molly learned that unless she continued to write or speak the story, the characters of Rairarubia would be stuck in time. Since Molly had to write a story for er teacher, Miss Turner, as an assignment anyway, why not write about Romey and Sam?

Molly's best friend was Netty. Once Molly proved to Netty that Rairarubia was real, she expected Netty to jump at the chance for adventure. Instead, Netty was reluctant. But wanting to or not, Netty was pulled into the story which seemed to be writing itself! The group must face a shy giant, horrible winged Zingwings, a shapeshifter, a mysterious dwarf, boulder people, and the evil and magical Queen Elleb!

**** This is book two of the Rairarubia series. Each book is a story that can stand alone, but by reading them in order, more is understood. It is perfect for those as young as fifth grade and up to adulthood. Sci-Fi and Fantasy mix for a fast paced adventure that leaves you begging for more! Terrific book! ****

Return to Rairrubia, the second of the Rairarubia Taales, is an intriguing story mix of real life and fantasy action centered around Molly Doogan and her grade school chum, Netty Parmet. Their real life activities in school and with their families are suddenly changed radically when it becomes apparent that Molly's presumed fantasy world needs her real life help. Because she needs help, she invesigates what she must do and finds support from her friend Netty only after several difficult experiences during which herfriendship is severely threatened. During their adventures in the land of Rairarubia, Moly and Netty lead Romey and her consort Sam into strange lands where they encounter unique individuals such as Oro, leader od the Redloi8b rock people, Tunnelsuit, a gnome who can read minds, and the Giant Bearsark and his friend Qivittoq, who has the ability to change shape into anythibng, Told with surprising lucidity, and designed to encourage rading at an early age, this story will have you turning the pages long after you would expect. A real treat for young and old alike. Bob Chapman, Santa Barbara Family Life

I love the Rairarubia tales. This book is one of the best books I have ever read. If you like fantasy, you'll love it to.

In our post Hilary-Clinton world, we assume that the First Lady will influence the President to some degree or another.

John and Abigail Adams, however, were a couple like no other. Their partnership was amazing and John could not have been the man he was (revolutionary, founding father, statesman, president, friend, husband and father), without Abigail. She helped balance him, shared her intelligent and insightful views with him in ways that were supportive and helpful, gave up much of the life she probably envisioned with him so that he could serve his country in a variety of ways, managed his domestic and financial life alone for much of their marriage, and truly loved down to her core this sometimes difficult man.

This book is a great addition to our knowledge of this complex woman. It is worth reading just to understand her better, aside from her well-biographied husband.

Gelles presents for us Abigail Adams in a new light...the domestic woman. By telling her story thematically (one chapter devoted to her and her sisters, one devoted to her daughter and Abigail jrs fight with breast cancer) we meet a new Abigail...one who is not weighed down by proto-feminist thought, nor is she trying to dominate the home. Abigail was an unusual woman in a few ways, but keep in mind that she kept a family togehter by herself for the many years when John Adams was in Philadephia or England or France. She acted within social norms as a "deputy husband" (to use the language of the times). Although at times I question if Gelles isn't slightly underestimating the second first lady of the US...she presents a new counterpoint to the large body of Abigail Adams scholarship out there. For those scholars of Abigail Adams, her first chapter basically presents in a historiographical manner the various types of Abigail scholarship out there, offering a critique of many of the well-known authors. It is a bit dry at times, but is not at all painful to read.

I think Abigail Adams is one the greatest and most interesting women in American history.

This book gives us a picture of her as a young woman, as the wife and confidant of John, as a mother, as a manager of farms and homes, and as a friend to many.

It also gives us a window into her life as a woman with a rich and interesting life of the mind and the heart.

A great read!