ABSTRACT
As psychoanalysts we deal all day long in stories—stories that never begin at the beginning or end at the end, stories often barely articulate or relying on words with unfamiliar shades of meaning, about people who may seem very little like us—different in age, in gender, in values, in native tongue—told by people whose lives have been led in other parts of the world or in other parts of town. Yet, the mystery: however strange, the stories speak to us.
