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Papa was right, after all. A ship's crew was like a family, and together we had done what we never could have managed alone.
Heather Vogel Frederick (The Voyage of Patience Goodspeed (Patience Goodspeed, #1))
From the mid-twentieth century until today, physiological and neurocognitive research has yielded a number of well-corroborated findings about dreams and the dreaming state. Although the brain scientists and the analysts of dream reports operate on different sets of assumptions, they are almost unanimous in putting aside the Freudian model, which turns out to have been erroneous on every point.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
The immediate issue here is whether the Pooh animals realise they constitute a de facto nudist colony.
Frederick C. Crews (Postmodern Pooh (Rethinking Theory))
No, says the modern research: these were just Freud’s guesses, and he guessed wrong every time.25
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
In the judgment of contemporary dream investigators, only a minority of dreams appear to express wishes of any kind, let alone infantile sexual ones.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
But with whom, in the Pooh world, could a sexually and politically aroused Kanga speak?
Frederick C. Crews (Postmodern Pooh (Rethinking Theory))
Rabbit and Owl are aging bachelors whose respective megalomania and fussiness are tempered only by their mutual friendship, of which the less said, the better.
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
From Freud’s account we could never suspect either that he retained a lifetime grudge against gentiles or that—as we will find—one strain of anti-Semitism affected his own apprehension of fellow Jews.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
It lay before us like a shattered bark in the midst of the ocean, her mast gone, her name effaced, her crew perished, and none to tell whence she came, to whom she belonged, how long on her voyage, or what caused her destruction.
William Carlsen (Jungle of Stone: The Extraordinary Journey of John L. Stephens and Frederick Catherwood, and the Discovery of the Lost Civilization of the Maya)
The two of them inspected a street barricade being built by the city’s would-be defenders and decided that it would take the approaching Soviet tanks fifteen minutes to demolish it – ‘fourteen minutes for the tank crew to stop laughing, and one minute to brush it aside’.
Frederick Taylor (Exorcising Hitler: The Occupation and Denazification of Germany)
Now, 'that sort of Bear' is of course a bear who wants to be flattered, and it is plain that the Christophoric ear is using Pooh to make its own devious request that it (the ear's projection, 'Christopher Robin') be made the center of attention. The Milnean voice, however, in its didactic-paternal role, is unprepared simply to feed the self-love of the Christophoric ear; it (the voice) must also see that it (the ear) is properly edified in a moral sense. The stories, therefore, will express a vector of the two forces pleasing and teaching the Christophoric ear.
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
In developing a new science,” Freud would tell his American pupil Smiley Blanton, “one has to make its theories vague. You cannot make things clear-cut.”58 Mixing quanta with qualia and energetics with exegetics, he had forged in psychoanalysis the clever absurdity of an ambiguous science.59 Its oxymoronic character was—and remains, for science-envying humanists—the principal source of its appeal. Where else could we turn for an interpretive free-for-all that is sanctioned by a tale of exploratory and therapeutic heroism yet also by a sober idiom of mechanical cause and effect? The real significance of the Project is that it equipped the psychoanalytic Freud with that idiom, safely detached from testable propositions.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
Psychoanalysis has suffered the accusation of being “unscientific” from its very beginnings (Schwartz, 1999). In recent years, the Berkeley literary critic Frederick Crews has renewed the assault on the talking cure in verbose, unreadable articles in the New York Review of Books (Crews, 1990), inevitably concluding, because nothing else really persuades, that psychoanalysis fails because it is unscientific. The chorus was joined by philosopher of science, Adolf Grunbaum (1985), who played both ends against the middle: to the philosophers he professed specialist knowledge of psychoanalysis; to the psychoanalysts he professed specialist knowledge of science, particularly physics. Neither was true (Schwartz, 1995a,b, 1996a,b, 2000). The problem that mental health clinicians always face is that we deal with human subjectivity in a culture that is deeply invested in denying the importance of human subjectivity. Freud’s great invention of the analytic hour allows us to explore, with our clients, their inner worlds. Can such a subjective instrument be trusted? Not by very many. It is so dangerously close to women’s intuition. Socalled objectivity is the name of the game in our culture. Nevertheless, 100 years of clinical practice have shown psychoanalysis and psychotherapy not only to be effective, but to yield real understandings of the dynamics of human relationships, particularly the reality of transference–countertransference re-enactments now reformulated by our neuroscientists as right brain to right brain communication (Schore, 1999).
Joseph Schwartz (Ritual Abuse and Mind Control)
Some twenty-three hundred miles away Major General H.H. “Hap” Arnold, head of the Army Air Corps, had traveled to Hamilton Field near Sacramento to personally see off a flight of thirteen B-l 7s destined for MacArthur in the Philippines by way of Hawaii. The first leg to Hickam Field took fourteen hours, so the big bombers flew with only four-man crews and were unarmed. One of the pilots objected. At least they ought to carry their bomb sights and machine guns. Arnold said they could be put aboard but without ammunition to save weight. So the bombers could home in on its signal, Major General Frederick L. Martin, head of the Hawaiian Air Force, had his staff ask station WGMB in Honolulu to stay on all night. Sure thing, general. Another night of ukuleles and Glenn Miller drifting out across the Pacific courtesy of the U.S. Army Air Corps. When Lieutenant Colonel George W. Bicknell of Army intelligence heard about it, he blew up. Why tip our hands whenever we have planes coming in? Why not keep WGMB on the air every night? One of those who caught the station was Lieutenant Kermit Tyler on his way to work the graveyard shift at the radar coordinating station at Fort Shafter. Must be planes coming in from the States, he told himself.
Associated Press (Pearl Harbor)
A teaching-the Conflicts English department says in effect to expectant 19-year-olds - and Hobbs kindly wrote out this baffling lingo at my request - "Here is Husserlian phenomenology, here are the Jungian archetypes, here is Jakobsonian structuralism, here is Zizekian Lakanianism, here is Counterhegemonic Post-Gramscian Marxism, and here is the Deleuzoguattarian Anti-Oedipus; now you_ decide which hermeneutic should prevail." Thus a newly minted B.A. cab step confidently into the greater world, not knowing Milton or Gray perhaps, but knowing exactly how he would want to account for the magic of their art, should the occasion ever arise,
Frederick C. Crews (Postmodern Pooh (Rethinking Theory))
And do not, by all means, abate your anathemata simply because today happens -- just happens -- to be our birthday. We were not expecting any presents anyway, but if you should take a notion to pelt us with tomatoes and rotten eggs, we will try to interpret them not as missiles but as missives conveying -- and in turn soliciting from ourself -- many happy returns.
Frederick Crews
But we are not to be saved by the captain, at this time, but by the crew. We are not to be saved by Abraham Lincoln, but by that power behind the throne, greater than the throne itself. You and I and all of us have this matter in hand.
Frederick Douglass (The Life of Frederick Douglass: Complete Autobiographies, Speeches & Personal Letters in One Volume)
I am actually not at all a man of science, not an observer, not an experimenter, not a thinker. I am by temperament nothing but a conquistador—an adventurer, if you want it translated–-with all the curiosity, daring, and tenacity characteristic of a man of this sort.”39 It was a foregone conclusion that Ernst Kris and Anna Freud would omit that definitive self-assessment—the most revealing confession Freud ever made—from The Origins of Psycho-Analysis.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
No less instructive is the story, 'Pooh Goes Visiting,' in which Rabbit, having deceitfully offered Pooh admittance to sample his overstocked larder, artfully traps his victim in the doorway and exploits him as an unsalaried towel rack for an entire week.
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
From the very moment of Kanga's appearance the pastoral playground is overshadowed by doubt and guilt, for the all-too-loving anima-Woman has pitched her temple here!
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
In 1857, to encourage continued settlement of the West, Congress passed the Pacific Wagon Road Act, which among other improvements to the trail called for the surveying of a shorter route to Idaho across the bottom of the Wind Rivers and the forested Bridger-Teton wilderness to the west. Frederick W. Lander, a hotheaded but experienced explorer and engineer, was assigned the job. He made Burnt Ranch the trailhead and main supply depot for the trail-building job, which became one of the largest government-financed projects of the nineteenth century. Lander hired hundreds of workers from the new Mormon settlement at Salt Lake and supplied the enterprise with large mule-team caravans that ferried provisions and equipment from U.S. Army depots in Nebraska and eastern Wyoming. “With crowds of laborers hauling wood, erecting buildings and tending stock,” writes historian Todd Guenther, “the area was a beehive of activity.” The engineers, logging crews, and workers quickly hacked out what became known as the Lander Cutoff, which saved more than sixty miles, almost a week’s travel, across the mountains. In places, the Lander Cutoff was a steep up-and-down ride, but the route offered cooler, high terrain and plentiful water, an advantage over the scorching desert of the main ruts to the south. Eventually an estimated 100,000 pioneers took this route, and the 230-mile Lander Cutoff was considered an engineering marvel of its time. This
Rinker Buck (The Oregon Trail: A New American Journey)
A Visit to the Salpêtrière (1886)
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
Between 1877 and 1900, Freud published six extensive monographs, forty articles, and an enormous number of reviews. In books such as On Aphasia (1891), the collaborative Clinical Study on the Unilateral Cerebral Paralyses of Children (1891), and Infantile Cerebral Paralysis (1897)
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
By most objective accounts, however, none of Freud’s pre-psychoanalytic writings were pivotal for the modern development of any discipline. Although Gordon Shepherd devotes a chapter.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
Although Gordon Shepherd devotes a chapter to him in his treatise on neuron theory, for example, Shepherd concludes that Freud’s papers deserve to be ranked with a large number of others. And in Joseph D. Robinson’s definitive study of how synaptic transmission came to be recognized, Freud’s name goes altogether unmentioned. His early record, furthermore, is notably discontinuous, showing little follow-through. He skipped from one self-contained task to another, augmenting the sum of generally accepted knowledge and deftly criticizing premature conclusions reached by others but never crucially testing any of his own hypotheses.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
Numbers and equations left him cold, and he often got details wrong or contradicted himself about them in the course of a paper. “To be tied down to exactitude and precise measurement,” Ernest Jones observed, “was not in his nature.” As Freud himself would “tell his close friend Wilhelm Fliess, “You know that I lack any mathematical talent whatsoever and have no memory for numbers and measurements.” Thus he felt compelled to exclude statistics from almost all of his technical as well as his anecdotal writings.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
The near absence of charts and tables from Freud’s scientific papers might be regarded as a peripheral matter if it weren’t symptomatic of a basic weakness of temperament: a lazy reluctance to collect sufficient evidence to ensure that a given finding wasn’t an anomaly or an artifact of careless procedures. This flaw could go unnoticed so long as Freud was microscopically analyzing dead tissues, any one of which could stand for countless identical others. For the purpose of establishing laws in most fields, though, large samples are indispensable. As a psychologist, Freud would consistently ignore that requirement. Instead, he would rest comprehensive generalizations on untested insights from a few cases or even from just one, his own.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)
Another Pooh Perplex, 37 years later? Well, why not?
Frederick Crews
Surfaces and depths -- now there's a comb-over concept for you.
Frederick Crews
Casebooks are now rarely adopted in freshman English courses; age and infirmity have taken their toll on my mental agilities; and, to be candid, I have been no less mystified by "Post-Colonialism" and "De-struction" and "Queer Chicana Studies" than have other academics trained in the once innovative principles of the New Criticism. I might have been a likelier candidate for studying someone else's updated Perplex than for compiling one myself!
Frederick Crews
There's no right and wrong in criticism, only smarter and dumber. But ideologizing is always dumb. It cramps your style, foreclosing the behind-the-back dribbles, the no-look passes, and the alley-oop reverse jams that could put some soul in your critical game.
Frederick Crews
AMERICANS -- U.S. NAVY, ABOARD MINESWEEPER USS PELICAN (AM 49), MANILA BAY Alton C. Ingram, Lieutenant. “Todd,” Commanding Officer Frederick J. Holloway, Lt. (jg), Operations Officer. Oliver P. Toliver, III, Lt. (jg) “Ollie,” Gunnery Officer. Bartholomew, Leonard (n), Chief Machinists Mate, “Rocky,” Chief Engineer. Farwell, Luther A., Quartermaster Second Class, Top helmsman. Hampton, Joshua P., Electronics Technician 1st Class, Crew Whittaker, Peter L., Engineman 3rd Class, Crew Forester, Kevin T. Quartermaster 3rd Class, Crew Forester, Brian I., Quartermaster Striker, Crew Yardly, Ronald R., Pharmacist's Mate Second Class “Bones,” Crew. Sunderland, Kermit G. Gunner's Mate 1st Class, Crew. AMERICANS
John J. Gobbell (The Last Lieutenant (Todd Ingram, #1))
It is hardly fortuitous that all the chief actors are property owners with no apparent necessity to work; that they are supplied as if by miracle with endless supplies of honey, condensed milk, balloons, popguns, and extract of malt; and that they crave meaningless aristocratic distinctions and will resort to any measure in their drive for class prestige. Not for nothing is the sycophant Pooh eventually invested by Christopher Robin as 'Sir Pooh de Bear.
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
The world of 'Pooh,' no less than that of the 'idealistic' bourgeois pacifist Milne, is a world of sheer animalism, where the inhuman bestiality of the 'free' market has full sway. In this unconsciously revealing portrait of capitalism we glimpse, not only the sordidness of wage-slavery, speculation, and 'lawful' gangsterism, but also the possibility of a better life--of a forthcoming heroic revolution. ... This optimistc note, which is in fact the ultimate meaning of 'Winnie-the-Pooh,' is what rescues the book from the vilest decadence and makes it, after all, suitable reading for progressive children thoughout the world.
Frederick C. Crews (The Pooh Perplex)
Psychoanalysis is the paradigmatic pseudoscience of our epoch . . . with its facile explanation of adult behavior by reference to unobservable and arbitrarily posited childhood fantasy
Frederick Crews
Attend to Pooh without sentimentality and ask yourself what positive social traits he can plausibly be taken to represent. He is a freeloader whose affability extends no further than his next honey fix. Deconstructed, he is just a mouth and a digestive tract in charge of some rudimentary powers of rationalization. And when he is confronted with a different genus (the apian) pursuing its own programmed livelihood, he shows himself utterly incapable of acknowledging the Other. “The only reason for making honey,” he deduces with infantile self-in-fat-uation, “is so as I can eat it.” Community values? One for all and all for one? Furthermore, Pooh’s selfishness is no greater than that of the whole kapok menagerie surrounding him. It is only his inability to disguise or dignify raw need that renders him the touchstone of value-in-reverse. While the hidebound “Milne” is musing complacently about rectitude and cooperation, his principal creation embodies a brute-all Brechtian forthrightness about the priority of aliment over intellect—and therefore of his majesty the ego over moral claims. Every gregarious sentiment in these books stands self-refuted in the very act of articulation.
Frederick C. Crews (Postmodern Pooh)
At the turn of the twentieth century,” wrote the philosopher of science Clark Glymour with distaste in 1983, “Freud once and for all made his decision as to whether or not to think critically, honestly, and publicly about the reliability of his methods. The Interpretation of Dreams was his answer to the public, and perhaps to himself.
Frederick C. Crews (Freud: The Making of an Illusion)