From: Nikola Chubrich Date Dec 22, 2020 19:00 I forgot to add: there is nothing to fear with Chomsky. He is not at all common. He may know Hebrew, but I hope you might be able to look past that deficiency. I am not sure if he speaks the real holy tongue, but the brothers Grimm must be of some interest to him, if not Luther; and he knows philosophy inside out, as anyone who heard his talk could surmise. He is someone I am overdue for talking to. I would feel best reaching out to him with you on the thread. Nathaniel and Sabine also, as Sabine's father's Mädchenfreund is a student of his, and the more eagerly encouraged me to reach out to him. This was over a year ago at this point. Now if Chomsky and Henry were to show up in the same room.......well, then, and well, might the fur fly! Nikola. On Tue, Dec 22, 2020 at 6:28 PM Nikola Chubrich wrote: I did sleep, 12 - 5. And I shall telephone presently. It is for the best, I tjhink. (I typoed but left the 'j': maybe it is dutch. Therefore maybe my enxt psychiatrist is a 'van' something-or-other? And what does enxt mean?) I have my eye on Dr Christopher Gordon in Framingham, but though, being of my personal acquaintance, one might reasonably presume that Dr. Lim cannot be my psychiatrist, maybe he knows another doctor who plays poetry into the piano, and is a mathematician. I have developed quite a level of ethnic prejudice, because it affects how I am treated. People who cannot handle the boistrously Serbian part of my nature will accuse me of sexual harassment (astonishingly, either as women directly, or on behalf of same. Cody Cortes, quite a dirt-minded little boy if there ever was one, though he is no longer twelve (thank God) found this amusing: he finds me about the most "repressed" person in that department, and it has only gotten worse with time. It is not that I lack interest or the means; it's that until I should be seeking a wife, it seems an utter waste of time. It is well-known that gentlemen prefer blondes, and I by no means disclaim that dictum; but I prefer conservative blondes. I was dating once an extraordinarily beautiful girl from Berlin named Daniela Krause. She is my ideal, except that 1) She was older than I; 2) She was an MD/PhD doctor and therefore more interested in experimenting on her mice than in (experimenting on) me. May I unashamedly say in your presence, Dr. Meyer, that I do not wish to marry a physician? A country doctor, perhaps; but where are such doctors found nowadays? Finally, she was almost achingly Prussian (it would not have surprised me if her brother had had one of those famous fencing scars). And Prussians are inclined to say rather more often than one might like to hear: In Germany, vie do it zis vay. When we were Driving, Dani would say that American drivers were stupid but not well-trained, but: In Germany, vie do it zis vay. When a Canadian cowboy in their wild west was in line at a gun shop, a Prussian or otherwise Prussianized German was proceeding to lecture the clerk on gun control, and: In Germany, vie do it zis vay. And he stepped up and grabbed the startled man, Junker or otherwise, by the lapel (he probably didn't have epaulets; though he probably wished he did), and said: "Look here, buddy. You're not in Germany now." I hope I am not committing the sin of overgeneralization, Dr. Meyer, if I say that the entire history of Germany since 1870 has been rather too sehre Preussen. Moreover, it has been, in certain ways, rather tiresome. Perhaps I am being unfair. You know the subject better than I. I only wish to explain why I am reluctant to marry a Prussian. It is quite simple: I don't wish to be told ever so often that: In Germany, ve do it zis vay. And peradventure I were not to do it this way? A person of Slavic origin may wish to be inclined to preserve his innigster Lebensraum. By the way, I had almost cc'd you on my letter to Noam Chomsky about stuttering. I am close to ready. This is low-stakes. The Chomsk (from Chomsk, one supposes) has rather got things figured out, but he doesn't know anything about stuttering, and myself having explained something to him about it he was, as a synctactician, for evident justifiable reason, quite eager to receive a paper from me on it. I could surmise for him certain matters on stuttering, bipolarity, complexity and linearization, syntax as seen on the surface of a lake (the best environment to study syntax in my experience: watch: it happens there), human cognition (squirrels, monkeys, down from the trees). And best of all, I do not need to read all of his books first. I thought I had to do that. I do not. A lake is enough for now. That allows me some time for Plato, dear goodness! Well, by now, we are to a full-on ρπ: a Rako panic it would be, if that poor helpful but very hypersensitive therapist saw me whitherwandering so far from her beloved Ποιντ. Poor fools, they know now what they have done: they have eaten the cattle of the sun-god, and they will pay dearly. Dani booked a hotel room for to stay with me with her on a ski vacation. This seemed to be highly irregular, irresponsible, and even, dare one say it in our time, the dread and inoft-treaded M word, immoral. I can think of little more wicked than to bring a child into the world without making promises and preparations. The only acceptable risk of this is zero. I am quite sure that had I been in a room with a beautiful woman and nothing to stop me, I should have had a ferocious time dealing with the longings of human nature. One can't Tristan all night, one imagines. (I cast no aspersions on Nathaniel and Sabine: das hat mit mir nicht zu tun. I say nothing on that department; I would be happy to attend the wedding, with whatever honors might be due a friend, leaving unspoken any matter of cohabitation: which my parents also engaged in, and also Lushen, to his surprising-to-him sorrow. Well, poor Lushen! The cattle of the sun god were tasty; Risa wanted him; Risa wanted all of him;; that was not enough for her; it was too much for him;; she wanted children; so they compromised and got a dog;;; thus they are to live ever after happily ensconced in a very portrait of domestic mystery, so it goes.) Were Nathaniel and Sabine to get married, I would regard Sabine's law school funds as an excellent candidate for a forgivable and low to no interest loan from the family or my own trust coming my way. Might this be too extravagant? Well, Dani couldn't understand why I wouldn't sleep with her, and so she assumed I was not interested in her. This was very much not the case emotionally and biologically, but very much the case rationally, as I believe I have confidently stated. I had no means to tell her what I was thinking. How can a man say such things? To be a prude is the very worst thing, so they say. So returning to my ethnic prejudices regarding psychiatrists: Koreans are Serbs of the East; Jews don't mind anything, as far as I can tell; Chinese are very wise (Christian Lin. You must meet him, Dr. Meyer, and please go easy on the boy. He is barely beyond that, though wise and mature beyond his years, no jumpy-headed Michael Ochoa. Once you find the sparkjump of connection with him, you will find a river of milk of honey of kindness and wisdom. How does one so young obtain such as he has? Please tear up the floorboards slowly in his case; he hasn't yet graduated. Thus is this perhaps not the time to find oneself, of one is Christian Lin, in the Alice-in-Wonderland of philosophy (by which I mean: the ordinary made seen, the ordinary true, or at least,, truer, or truing.). Nikola. On Tue, Dec 22, 2020 at 1:54 PM Ernst Meyer wrote: Dear Nikola, Thank you for your letter. If you would like to speak with me, please feel free to telephone me at any time. I hope that you can get some rest and that you will feel better soon. EJM