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Life without a sense of self (The Man Who Mistook His Wife for A Hat). “What’ll it be today?” he says, rubbing his hands. “Half a pound of Virginia Cheese, a nice piece of Nova (HE saw Saks as a customer at Deli) “Oh Mr Thompson” I Exclaim “And who do you think I am”
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Life without a sense of self (The Man Who Mistook His Wife for A Hat) “What’ll it be today?” he says, rubbing his hands. “Half a pound of Virginia Cheese, a nice piece of Nova (HE saw Saks as a customer at Deli) “Oh Mr Thompson” I Exclaim “And who do you think I am” “Good heavens the light’s bad — I took you for a customer. As if it isn’t my old friend Tom Pitkins. ME and Tom (he whispers to a nurse) “was always going to the races together “Mr Thompson, you’re mistaken again” “So I am” he rejoins, not put out for a minute. “Why would you be wearing a white coat if you were Tom. You’re Hymie, the Kosher Butcher next door. No bloodstains on your coat thought. Business bad today? You’ll look like the slaughterhouse by the end of the week”
The Social Self: Critical Observations Sacks: Life without a sense of self James: I, Me, As many selves as relationships we have, always changing Povinelli: Rouge test, humans greatest complexity of self Heatherton: Make self, other similarity ratings: Ventromedial prefrontal cortex Sedikides: Evolutionary account? Track self in relationships