was looking up a word in the dictionary and found that the anglo-saxons contemplate with their hearts, just like the chinese do. no need for separation of mind and heart. peter to harriet: would you classify me as a brain or a heart? old paul delagardie: so long as you don't end up thinking with your entrails. am i a heart or a brain, i wonder, or is that line of questioning too dangerous should i simply take refuge in the fact that i too have only one word for the seat of thought and emotion? when i look over the letters i wrote four years ago, it seems to me that since then i have lost the lightness of soul and the courage to ask myself difficult questions.