ï»¿neural mechanisms of, ref 1 I had hoped to“capture” Goya in writing, and he instead imprisoned me. My ignorant enthusiasm had dragged me into a trap from which there was no evident escape. them as a sensory experience, they almost uniformly emphasize their meaninglessness, their irrelevance to events and issues of their lives. PATRICIA H. was a brilliant and energetic woman who represented artists, ran an art gallery on Long Island, and was a talented amateur painter herself. She had raised her three children and, nearing sixty, continued to lead an active and even, as her daughters put it,“glamorous” life, with scouting expeditions to the Village and frequent soir?es at home—she loved to cook, and there would often be twenty people for dinner. Her husband, too, was a man of many parts—a radio broadcaster, a fine pianist who sometimes performed at nightclubs, and politicallyactive. Both were intensely sociable.