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I know that most [people], including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives. -- Leo Tolstoy
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Brad
Regas is one of an eight-member research team studying infant
cognition and brain development. The team’s research has recently
been published in Cognitive Neuroscience. Three grant proposals
submitted in the past 18 months have been funded. Their work
was receiving international attention, especially since an
unanticipated wave of interest in infant cognition prompted
by the White House Conference on Children’s Brain Development.
Brad especially enjoyed the work and collegial relationship with the team’s senior researcher, Pat. She was a very generous mentor but also a very nervous woman. Brad watched Pat during their weekly staff meetings. Pat’s behaviors at these meetings, as well as her departure from them, were timed to a peculiar nervous tick. Five minutes into the meetings Pat would tear a six-inch strip of transparent tape from a dispenser on the table and begin to roll the strip between her fingertips. For fifteen minutes she rolled the tape into a ball, passing it from finger to finger with her thumb, and then passing it to the other hand. Twenty minutes into the meeting she slipped the wadded ball of tape into her mouth. She chewed the tape for the next 15 minutes. Then she left without a word of explanation, guidance, or apology. Was it another meeting? Or, having removed every last bit of nicotine from her fingers and sucking it from the tape, might Pat be in desperate need of a cigarette?
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