Oliver Sacks's The man who mistook his wife for a hat

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1: The man who mistook his wife for a hat

"What I would prescribe, in a case such as yours, is a life which consists entirely of music. Music has been the centre, now make it the whole, of your life"

"I think that music, for him, had taken the place of image. He had no body-image, he had body music: this is why he could move and act as fluently as he did, but came to a total confused stop if the "inner music" stopped. And equally with the outside, the world ..."

"An animal, or a man, may get on very well without "abstract attitude" but will speedily perish if deprived of judgement. Judgement must be the first faculty of higher life our mind - yet it is ignored, or misinterpreted, by classical (computational) neurology"

"Of course, the brain is a machine and a computer - everything in classical neurology is correct. But our mental processes, which constitute our being and life, are not just abstract and mechanical, but personal, as well -- and, as such, involved not just classifying and categorising, but continual judging and feeling also"

2: The Lost Mariner 

"What was life without connection?"

"What could we do? What should we do? "There are no prescriptions," Luria wrote, "in a case like this. Do whatever your ingenuity and your heart suggest. There is little or no hope of any recovery in his memory. But a man does not consist of memory alone. He has feeling, will, sensibilities, moral being - matters of which neuropsychology cannot speak. And it is here, beyond the realm of an impersonal psychology, that you may find ways to touch him, and change him. And the circumstances of your work especially allow this, for you work in a Home, which is like a little world, quite different from the clinics and institutions where I work. Neuropsychologically, there is little or nothing you can do; but in the realm of the Individual, there may be much you can do."

"Clearly, passionately, he wanted something to do; he wanted to do, to be, to feel-and could not; he wanted sense, he wanted purpose - in Freud's words, "Work and Love".

"Perhaps there is a philosophical as well as a clinical lesson here: that in Korsakov's, or dementia, or other such catastrophes, however great the organic damage and Humean dissolution, there remains the undiminished possibility of reintegration by art, by communion, by touching the human spirit: and this can be preserved in what seems at first a hopeless state of neurological devastation"