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ADDERS Sometimes it seems that life is shaped by your own unconscious. You fear a dog might jump out on that lonely path, only to find some schnauzer is snapping a hole in your ease. You dread your neighbour's son acquiring a drumkit and--lo! the first day of your anxiety it's there, a distant sawing that swells, swashes, beats you to the edge of your crumbling nerve-ends. I've even pulled up the foxglove that was flourishing where Rosie plays in case my crazy theory fits (it's true she was examining it). And perhaps these intuitions are part of a lost archaic programme as when today on our walk in the woods, shadowing the leaflet's instructions, looking for a fork that ...