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I have been struggling lately with what has been called “cuncatory anxiety” (Feight and Muze. Look aside.). Symptoms apparently include “overactive somnolence,” “inveterate procrastination,” and “whelming guilt.” 
     Some weeks ago I invited a number of friends: philosophers, psychologists and psychiatrists, sociologists, theologians, and those that have the answers to all things great and small – politicians, pundits, and radio talk show hosts – to write a brief, helpful, healthful – actually, restorative – essay on c.a., if not to relieve my condition, at least to help me (and others) understand it better. (Those invited included, incidentally, Dr. Feight himself, Tom Nashe, Axel Sundstrøm, my uncle Albert, Rick Dietrich, Gaspar Stephens, the ghost of Aristippos, and Barter Theater.)

     Several promised to get to it and back to me soon.

This morning I received in the mail, lonely in a rather battered envelope with no return address, the following unsigned piece of advice, oddly entitled “Ethics.”

                         For those who lie awake while others sleep,

                         whose minds are racing anxiously ahead – 
                         while we lie deep

                         in easy bed,

                         our dreams unreeling slowly frame by frame –

                         for those whose shame

                         or guilt or pain keep them awake,

                         up in the dark, alone –

                         ADVISE: philosophers take Trazadone.

05.05.17