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Here is what he has learned about loving a baby: the time away from her is vital to the pleasure of being with her.
But isn’t every sleep a kind of isolation? When else are we so alone?
Hadn’t it required a certain magical thinking to believe that what was swelling beneath Annie’s skin all those months really was a human being?
Think of William James, one floor down, back in Philosophy, who once compared any attempt to study human consciousness to turning on a lamp in order to better examine the dark.
