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A BIOLOGIST'S MAIL In an earlier book I mentioned the strange letters that a biologist sometimes finds in his mail. Strange because of the wishes they express, the questions they ask, the illusions they show, the reproaches they contain. I now want to return to that subject, extending it to...

I Monday, November 23, 1970, ten o'clock in the morning. Officer Williams, a member of the Dallas Police Force, arrived at the front door of my parents' house. He rang the bell and Bernice, the lady who worked for Mom, answered. The policeman was polite, a friendly guy. He'd been around a few...

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