“There is a murmur, a ventriloquy, rising from the tomb in which he or she or someone else, either a contemporary or an ancestor, was buried alive, sequestered, with their desires cut out, deprived of both life and death; and above all, something has been left unsettled … The absent spirits arrive not so much through invocation as through a convoking summons. For them to rap, for them to want to rap, the spirits need to understand that their absence has always been a presence in the form of unrecognized knowledge, a nescience.”

When the Ferenczi issue of Psychoanalytic Perspectives arrived, I was, in a word, enthralled. Rather than languishing on my desk, as psychoanalytic