1992, ISBN: 075e3289a5817f73a07ac5f711893a6c

New York: W. W. Norton & Company, (1992). Octavo, blue cloth & gray boards (hardcover), gilt letters, xxii, 180 pp. Very Good in a Fine dust jacket. From dust jacket: Shame, maintai… Plus…

New York: W. W. Norton & Company, (1992). Octavo, blue cloth & gray boards (hardcover), gilt letters, xxii, 180 pp. Very Good in a Fine dust jacket. From dust jacket: Shame, maintains Carl Schneider, is not just a sign of our timidity and bondage, something to overcome, but a distinguishing mark of our humanity as the creature that blushes. Attention to the claims of shame leads to a heightened awareness that human beings are valuing animals and vulnerable creatures, argues Carl Schneider. In our vulnerability to violation, the sense of shame is an importance resource in our journey toward maturity. Taking issue with the contemporary erosion of the private and embrace of the explicit, Schneider draws on such thinkers as Nietzsche, Freud, and Sartre to give a lucid defense of the human personalitys need for a realm of the private and the indispensability of shame in protecting the self, that half-open being. Integrating ideas from anthropology, history, philosophy, psychoanalysis, and theology, he explores the role shame in such human experiences as sex, eating, bodily elimination, death, and religion. Schneider also revisits Freuds treatment of Dora and reflects on the shameless tendencies in psychoanalysis. This is a book that readers will find personally relevant and intellectually stimulating. As Donald L. Nathanson writes in his foreword to this edition, Shame, Exposure, and Privacy offers balance sorely needed in this noisy era of explosiveness and extremism... Beautifully written, elegantly researched, and eminently useful, Schneiders work allows us to see the benefits of shame as clearly as that of other authors has shown us the pain it can bring., W. W. Norton & Company, (1992)., 1992, 0, MP3 Audio CD. A Master of Mysteries I The Mystery of the Circular Chamber One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:— "My Dear Bell,— "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme privacy." At the appointed hour I was shown into Mr. Edgcombe's private room. I had known him for years—we were, in fact, old friends—and I was startled now by the look of worry, not to say anxiety, on his usually serene features. "You are the very man I want, Bell," he cried. "Sit down; I have a great deal to say to you. There is a mystery of a very grave nature which I hope you may solve for me. It is in connection with a house said to be haunted." He fixed his bright eyes on my face as he spoke. I sat perfectly silent, waiting for him to continue. "In the first place," he resumed, "I must ask you to regard the matter as confidential." "Certainly," I answered. "You know," he went on, "that I have often laughed at your special hobby, but it occurred to me yesterday that the experiences you have lived through may enable you to give me valuable assistance in this difficulty." "I will do my best for you, Edgcombe," I replied. He lay back in his chair, folding his hands. "The case is briefly as follows," he began. "It is connected with the family of the Wentworths. The only son, Archibald, the artist, has just died under most extraordinary circumstances. He was, as you probably know, one of the most promising water-colour painters of the younger school, and his pictures in this year's Academy met with universal praise. He was the heir to the Wentworth estates, and his death has caused a complication of claims from a member of a collateral branch of the family, who, when th, 0<

ISBN: 075e3289a5817f73a07ac5f711893a6c

MP3 Audio CD. A Master of Mysteries I The Mystery of the Circular Chamber One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:— "My Dear Bell,— … Plus…

MP3 Audio CD. A Master of Mysteries I The Mystery of the Circular Chamber One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:— "My Dear Bell,— "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme privacy." At the appointed hour I was shown into Mr. Edgcombe's private room. I had known him for years—we were, in fact, old friends—and I was startled now by the look of worry, not to say anxiety, on his usually serene features. "You are the very man I want, Bell," he cried. "Sit down; I have a great deal to say to you. There is a mystery of a very grave nature which I hope you may solve for me. It is in connection with a house said to be haunted." He fixed his bright eyes on my face as he spoke. I sat perfectly silent, waiting for him to continue. "In the first place," he resumed, "I must ask you to regard the matter as confidential." "Certainly," I answered. "You know," he went on, "that I have often laughed at your special hobby, but it occurred to me yesterday that the experiences you have lived through may enable you to give me valuable assistance in this difficulty." "I will do my best for you, Edgcombe," I replied. He lay back in his chair, folding his hands. "The case is briefly as follows," he began. "It is connected with the family of the Wentworths. The only son, Archibald, the artist, has just died under most extraordinary circumstances. He was, as you probably know, one of the most promising water-colour painters of the younger school, and his pictures in this year's Academy met with universal praise. He was the heir to the Wentworth estates, and his death has caused a complication of claims from a member of a collateral branch of the family, who, when th, 0<