I started this book with no idea of where it was going. After a t ime I decided to make an outline, just a little one. It was lost for weeks, and when I finally ran across it, I had no idea what in the world I had had in mind. My outline was filled with chapter headings that made no immediate sense, and as I studied it, I once again felt the constraints of the outline. And indeed that is essentially what the book is about-the constraints within and around psychoanalysis, its own unique escape from freedom. To be true to the message of the book seemed to require that I not have a plan, but allow it to grow, like Topsy, not be constrained by a predetermined ending, a requisite number of pages or chapters, or a given set of rules. So this book is a sort of surprise package, which I shall now unwrap.