On the then-below-zero day, it was on, br near the patients' chair, the old heater br kept by the analyst's couch, at the end, br like the infant's headstone that was added near the foot br of my father's grave. And it was hot, with the almost br laughing satire of a fire's heat, br the little coils like hairs in Hell. br And it was making a group of sick noises- br I wanted the doctor to turn it off br but I couldn't seem to ask, so I just br stared, but it did not budge. The doctor br turned his heavy, soft palm br outward, toward me, inviting me to speak, I br said, "If you're cold-are you cold? But if it's on br for me..." He held his palm out toward me, br I tried to ask, but I only muttered, br but he said, "Of course," as if I had asked, br and he stood up and approached the heater, and then br stood on one foot, and threw himself br toward the wall with one hand, and with the other hand br reached down, behind the couch, to pull br the plug out. I looked away, br I had not known he would have to bend br like that. And I was so moved, that he br would act undignified, to help me, br that I cried, not trying to stop, but as if br the moans made sentences which bore br some human message. If he would cast himself toward the br outlet for me, as if bending with me in my old br shame and horror, then I would rest br on his art-and the heater purred, like a creature br or the familiar of a creature, or the child of a familiar, br the father of a child, the spirit of a father, br the healing of a spirit, the vision of healing, br the heat of vision, the power of heat, br the pleasure of power.