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Dedicated to my father, Selwyn Brody, M.D., one of the founders of the school of Modern Psychoanalysis.
Our firstborn will not eat.Blue-white and withered to a wraith, isn't helording it over us, the little princeof pain?Our downy boy knows how to playhis mother like a fiddle:he cries on a dime,crinkles up his eyes,plies us with his grin,