From Frank Kermode's review of Brooke-Rose, _Life, End of_, in current
LRB: "Mention of the pineal gland brings to mind the fact that Descartes
placed the soul in it, 'thus putting the cart before the dehors.'
Useless to wince flinch stagger; this is all part of the programme and a
matter of habit, the result of 'long familiarity, long love of language
and its bones and flesh.'"