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I was very grateful to learn that my book Psychoanalysis in a Plague Year would be reviewed in JAPA. Still, I feel compelled to write with a clarification. I wrote the book during the first year of COVID-19. The book consisted of one sentence recalled after each clinical hour of the working day. At the end of the day, I collated the sentences, lining them up vertically so that they resembled verse. The particularity of this structure mattered to me. As I say in my preface, I wanted to give a sense of having overheard these sentences, more than having listened to them. They were not gathered by way of a clinical ear, but instead by way of a companion's ear. We were in it together. I linked the day's sentences as one might link the scattered sentences one can overhear on a railroad platform. Not one of the day's cluster was put together as a “poem.” While the reader is, of course, free to read the book in any way he or she chooses—even against the author's intention—I also want to insist on the integrity of its structure, on a founding idea that generated an unexpected form, unexpected content, and, I hoped, an unexpected experience for the reader. In turning the book into “poems,” we dissolve the unexpected element. And here, I would say, were we to read the book as if it were a book of poems, we would conclude, in fact, that they really weren't very good. Oh, well….