Wittels goes too far, and many of us would not agree with him, or Freud, who said he wished to die with "unmeasured libido" (p. 150), but Wittels' commentary is always trenchant. And as for Cummings, it is tempting to begin looking for echoes of Wittels' spirit in his writing, especially Cummings' wicked satiric descriptions, his idealizations of disreputable women, and his antiscientific passion, the last emerging after the analysis in poems like his 1931 "Space being(don't forget to remember)Curved" (2, p. 317) and his 1944 "pity this busy monster, manunkind" (2, p. 554). Of course, it all may have come from Cummings, the only American poet Pound said was original and undebted to him. These tug emotionally and pleasurably at those of us with a scientific attitude, just as Wittels tugs us back to emotion and signification from our double-blind statistical studies. The prolific Wittels died with six book manuscripts unpublished, and the publishers are to be congratulated for mining more of his fresh and surprisingly contemporary voice for our attention.