ABSTRACT
I am quite delighted about this book for Donald Winnicott, and I am sure that he will be pleased. He reacted with pain when he felt that his contributions were overlooked or seized upon and quoted without acknowledgement, although he was ready to admit that he himself was never sure from where at least a few of his plethora of ideas originated. However, his paradoxical, metapsychic, eccentric expressive talents were all inimitably his own, and they gave his work a recognizable stamp that immediately differentiated his thinking from that of other British psychoanalysts—except perhaps Marion Milner (1972, 1978), whose wonderful caricatured portrayal of him stays forever in my mind.
