Thus the author sums up super-
stition and its cure, but places the
cure so deep in Utopia that he prac-
tically promises a long life for the
disease. 2

So we will go on trying to keep
from spilling salt, breaking a mirror,
killing spiders, sitting at a table with
thirteen, while we religiously carry
a rabbit's foot, a lucky coin, and
wear a bag of asafetida around our
necks,

Long live superstition, if for no
other reason than because it is one
of the last ramparts of human fraility
in a machine age.

You'll like this book if you like
people.