This is a most interesting book that combines psychology with homeopathy. Philip Bailey describes in depth the personality profiles of some 35 polychrests. The last pages of the book cover a mix of psychological astrology and homeopathy when he explores the elements and some polychrests. Bailey provides detailed information on 35 major types, giving insight on diagnosis, mental and emotional traits, and physical characteristics. His broad profiles of major constitutional remedies give the reader a good overall picture of the personality type and therefore ways of remembering facts about the archetype, by having a unifying theory for each remedy.
Very interesting. Occasionally tedious. Need to read a chapter or two at a time. Digest. Repeat. I see myself in a remedy. Then the next one I read I do too. Still don't know my constitutional.
So I know about that shit too. Cross-reference humours and stuff and Shakespeare. The memory of water. Tap, Badoit etc...there are people now who are water connoisseurs, can you believe it? In terms of marriage of water with food etc. 'Bit pretentious, if you want my opinion. Crack on, if it floats your boat, but, seriously. I'm more interested in oestrogen in the water and fish changing sex and shit. So you need your "this is not just food..." but not M&S shit. No, it's not necessarily shit. It just smacks of people who don't get the pleasure. Cross-reference Delia Smith's recent ridiculousness. What does she want? Money? She's got some. She's let the side down. But thanks for reminding me of Piedmontese tomatoes and halloumi and lime. But - Delia - one is NOT fun. And as many ways as you'd like to skin an omelette, you can't convince me that anyone interesting would stick a solitary ramekin in an oven and "enjoy!" Think of the psychology. It's like Suicide FM, 106.2. She is not "the people's chef". So back to M&S. Essentially want you to pay them to cut up your fruit and vegetables. Fine for bored, lonely people with no personality who think their fulfillment lies within a warmed up meal from a regurgitated creature with added MSG and suicidal thoughts. I have opinions on the Jamie Oliver excursion into food in this country. Bless him for trying. Fat people and eating shit and not moving enough and the general psychological malaise. I think of that bloke, what's he called....decorator with art degree and appreciates gin and tonics and has a nice wife. What's his fucking name.....Long hair, has taste, a bit fey....