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‘My brain plays tricks on me.” We have all heard that slightly strange locution. If it is “mine,” then how can it be something so separate that it can “play tricks” on me? I can’t answer that question, but I can confirm that the locution describes everything I know about my relation with my own brain. I am one thing, and it is another.

I am a red-faced, dumpy, greying, balding, droning, battle-scarred, trailweary, oozy-eyed bookworm. The five pounds of unfeeling junk in my cranium is the Entertainment Committee.

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William F. Rickenbacker

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‘My brain plays tricks on me.” We have all heard that slightly strange locution. If it is “mine,” then how can it be something so separate that it can “play tricks” on me? I can’t answer that question, but I can confirm that the locution describes everything I know about my relation with my own brain. I am one thing, and it is another.

I am a red-faced, dumpy, greying, balding, droning, battle-scarred, trailweary, oozy-eyed bookworm. The five pounds of unfeeling junk in my cranium is the Entertainment Committee.