Of course you may say whatever you wish and it will not change my fondness for you. Ever. I went to U of Chicago, which was, indeed, a Freudian school. Always hated Erik Erikson. And, personally, I adore mud even more than I adore dirt. Fondest memories are of rolling in Chicago mud in the lawn depression during a rainstorm. And never having known my father, I’m sure I would have been greatly attracted to him, had I ever had the opportunity to be acquainted.
http://www.iment.com/maida/family/father/adorespix.jpg
As I said, THAT part of the article’s discussion was good and relevant. The rest just wasn’t the kind of dirt I adore.
Thanks. Feeling is mutual. I believe we have reached understanding.
Eh?