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ALSO BY DAVID EAGLEMAN
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CO-AUTHORED
Wednesday Is Indigo Blue: Discovering the Brain of Synaesthesia (with Richard Cytowic)
Brain and Behaviour: A Cognitive Neuroscience Perspective (with Jonathan Downar)
The Runaway Species: How Human Creativity Remakes the World (with Anthony Brandt)
First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Canongate Books Ltd,
14 High Street, Edinburgh EH1 1TE
This digital edition first published in 2020 by Canongate Books
Copyright © David Eagleman, 2020
The right of David Eagleman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988
First published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data A catalogue record for this book is available on request from the British Library
ISBN 978 1 83885 096 8
Export ISBN 978 1 83885 099 9
eISBN 978 1 83885 097 5
Text design by Maggie Hinders
CONTENTS
1 The Delicate Pink Magisterium
If You’re Missing the Tool, Create It
3 The Inside Mirrors the Outside
The Case of the Silver Spring Monkeys
The Afterlife of Lord Horatio Nelson’s Right Arm
Colonization Is a Full-Time Business
What Does Dreaming Have to Do with the Rotation of the Planet?
The Planet-Winning Technology of the Potato Head
Enhancing the Peripherals
Conjuring a New Sensorium
Imagining a New Color
Are You Ready for a New Sensation?
Will the Real Doc Ock Please Raise His Hands?
No Standard Blueprints
Motor Babbling
The Motor Cortex, Marshmallows, and the Moon
Self-Control
Toys Are Us
One Brain, Infinite Body Plans
The Motor Cortices of Perlman Versus Ashkenazy
Fashioning the Landscape
Dogged
Allowing the Real Estate to Change
The Brain of a Digital Native
7 Why Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until the Hour of Separation