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(three years), my first year having been curtailed by the outbreak of World War
Two. At the age of21 I was a Forward Observation Officer in the Italian
campaign. After the war, when I had taken my second degree, I taught English
Literature at Baghdad University and there wrote my first book Hellebore the
Clown, the story of a professional clown's guilty encounter with his dead son's
closest friend, who had watched him die on the battlefield. Afterwards, on my way
back to England I stopped in Italy and decided to live there if and when I had a
sufficient income from my writing. It came from Harper's Magazine, to which I
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publishing books on Italy, beginning with Italian Sketches, which received such
enthusiastic notices that from this time all my books were commissioned in
advance. this means I became a
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settle in that country while keeping a home in London. Atthat-time it didn't do to
have any awareness of what would one day happen to our planet, even though
there were drastic and lasting weather changes immediately after World War Two.
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suggestion that political parties would one day come into being with the ticket of
what we today call 'green' issues. Dissatisfied with Occidental thought I now
turned to the Orient and began practicing Hatha Yoga and daily pranayama or
breath-discipline under an Indian guru in Switzerland. My daily practice of this for
twelve years or more led me to develop a breath technique which would be
thoroughly safe. For this purpose I induced panic states of hyperventilation in
myself SO that this could never occur in any session of mine. I taught this system
under the title of Oxygenesis at Berkeley and San Francisco Cal. over a period of
eight years. There I continued my writing in the evenings and began to feel that
there was no distinction between my fiction and non-fiction books---fiction being
a document in which I created the plot while a non-fiction plot was created by
history. Thus it was that I wrote my novels in a style suitable for an historical
document and my history books in a highly personal style suitable for a novel. My
SPANISH TERROR was written in that mode, being the story ofhow money
began to take precedence over the human, n order to finance war, despite-the-striet
usury-laws-ofthe-time. I suppose my life-work (ifI can be forgiven this pompous Sslas
expression) has been a continual involvement with the nature ofintelligence,
human and animal, and the role of religions (and the civilizations that grew out of
them) in their effort to contain and cahalise whatlincreasingly-felttorbe human
dementia---a dementia exactly reflected in the present state of the planet, loose on
its axis, riddled with war, doomed not to last. I was fascinated by the way in which
a hitherto dignified and ruthlessly self-sufficient civilization :
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decided to live there if my writing financed me. I sold my first story to Harper's Magazine
and it was enough to keep me for a year. I began publishing books on Italy, Italian Sketches
and A Roman Street, which received such immediate-press. attention that from all my future
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novel, and my novels as if they were history. I suppose that my life work (ifI can be forgiven
sucha pompous expression) has been a continual involvement with the nature ofintelligence,
human and animal, andythe role of religions and civilizations in trying to help the human
contain what would otherwise be an untamed state of dementia. Thus my forthcomingMAD
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said about himself, or flattered himselfto be, but from the far more exciting. story ofhis
mutations and adaptations, which were his stagguring-ifquite-unsuiccessfut,effortto reach
once more the fixed habitat he had known as an animal became convinced that notuintit-we uls
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the intelligence of animals is by how they leave their habitat, whether enriched or degraded,
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friend of Shelley and Byron said about swimming, 'the monkey must learn'.
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working on my therapy at the Hale Clinic in London as
part of the medical director's team. My new hands-on
knowledge of the nervous system, now my chief
interest, was a major factor in my feeling that I was
at last able to write a valid account of WW2.
Publications (unagented)
HELLEBORE THE CLOWN
(Chatto and Windus)
OF SINS AND WINTER
(Chatto and Windus)
PERIMETER WEST
(Heinemann and S.Fischer
Verlag)
AFTERWARDS
(Barrie Rockcliff)
(Agented)
ITALIAN SKETCHES
(Victor Gollancz)
A ROMAN STREET
(Victor Gollancz)
COMPANION GUIDE TO UMBRIA* (Collins)
THE FALL OF VENICE*
(Weidenfeld, Praeger USA)
LORENZO THE MAGNIFICENT*
(Weidenfeld, and USA)
THE SPANISH TERROR*
(Constable and Book Club,
St. Martin's Press USA)
LEONARDO DA VINCI: *
(Weidenfeld, Book Club
Associates)
THE TALKING DOGS*
(Macmillan, Putnam USA,
Japan, serialised for one
week by Evening News)
Commissioned non-fictions.
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direction.
MAHLER* Arts Theatre London, my own production.
MAHLER Studio Theatre Munich, my direction.
*The basis of Ken Russell's film of that name.
Television
BBC 55 min. Omnibus: THE FALL OF VENICE, which I
scripted from my book of the same title; I ran the
pre-production team in Venice as fixer, casting the
lead Italian players, organising barges for
generators, storage for costumes etc.


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Subj:
Re: MAURICE ROWDON
Date:
6/28/2007 2:30:14 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time
From:
webservices@authorsguild.org
Rowdoxy@aol.com
Dear Maurice,
Do you currently have an account with GoDaddy? Or with a company called Domains by Proxy? Ifyou look
up your domain name in the Whols (which gives the contact information for the registrants of all domain
names; you can look it up here: http.//www.domaintools.com), you'll notice that domain name is registered
through GoDaddy, but that the contact information for the domain name is through a company called Domains
by Proxy. There are many companies who offer private registrations for domain names, because, by law, the
registrants contact information must be displayed in the very public Whols database. Often times, large
domain name registrars, such as GoDaddy, offer private registrations for an extra fee to their customers who
do not want their contact information displayed. GoDaddy might even have a relationship with Domains by
Proxy to provide the private registrations for their customers.
I mention all of this because we will need to start a conversation with GoDaddy to either transfer your domain
name to the Guild, or to change the nameservers to point your domain name to Authors Guild servers. Do you
have a confirmation from GoDaddy from when you first registered the domain name? If so, it should provide
you with details about how to manage your domain name.
Otherwise, I think it would be worth it to give them a call, and see if they will change the nameservers for you,
or are able to give you online access to your account. found the following number at godaddy.com:
24x7 Technical Support & Sales
If you have any further questions, please let me know.
Best regards,
Abigail Montague
Rowdoxy@aol.com on Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 10:14 AM -0500 wrote:
Dear Nellie Bridge and Abigail Montague:
Yes I would certainly appreciate your help in registering my domain name 'mauricerowdon.com' to
the Guild.
When I approached Godaddy for the registering of my domain name to NS1.authorsguild.
net/NS2.authorsguild.net I received a long self-promotional email followed by the details of how I
could unsubscribe, which I was happy to have done as it relieved me of their almost daily emails.
As you may imagine, I'm anxious to publish my Guild website so that I can start revising and
clearing the typos.
with my best wishes
Vae
Cueslmn Surool
4520 aale
Friday, July 20, 2007 AOL: Rowdoxy


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Subj:
Re: MAURICE ROWDON
Date:
6/26/2007 9:55:24 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time
From:
Rowdoxy
webservices@authorsguild.org
Dear Nellie Bridge and Abigail Montague:
have now unsubscribed to Godaddy which held my mauricerowdon.com title so I assume this to be free now
for my Author's Guild website.
Their formula for unsubsribing offered me no chance to mention ns1.authorsguild.net etc as you advised.
Thank you for your attention
Best wishes Maurice Rowdon
Friday, July 20, 2007 AOL: Rowdoxy


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Subj:
Re: MAURICE ROWDON
Date:
6/28/2007 11:10:28 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time
From:
Rowdoxy
webservices@authorsguild.org
Dear Nellie Bridge and Abigail Montague:
Yes Iwould certainly appreciate your help in registering my domain name mauricerowdon.com' to the Guild.
When I approached Godaddy for the registering of my domain name to NS1.authorsguild.
net/NS2.authorsguild.net received a long self-promotional email followed by the details of how I could
unsubscribe, which I was happy to have done as it relieved me of their almost daily emails.
As you may imagine, l'm anxious to publish my Guild website so that I can start revising and clearing the
typos.
with my best wishes
Friday, July 20, 2007 AOL: Rowdoxy


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PICK OF THE DAY
MONDAY
For Omnibus read
BBC-NW pulls
double gondola
off the treble
VENICE HAS HAD a pretty good
SO MANY GOOD LOCAL program-
show on our screens these past few
mes are made by the regional
months. Casanova was in prison
studios of the BBC, put out in just
there for six wéeks and Horizon,
one area, and never seen again, that
devoted one of its best hours to
when the North-West Region man-
explaining why the islands were in
ages to get one on the whole net-
danger of sinking. Now along comes
work it's a matter of jubilation all
Omnibus with yet another pro:
round. Long Live Our England
on the most beautiful city
(11.15 BBC1) is Su Dalgleish's studs
Eme the world and a daring éxperi
of Manchester's West Indi-
mental approach that seeks to blend
immigrant community and 1
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shown there over three
parallel between the earlier swamp-
recently. Now the three Te
ing of hedonistic Venice by Napo-
that make up the ninety-mir
leon in 1797 and the imminent
survey of where they come fr.
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of Black Families and is on Black Wednesday on
ce from Imperial College, London and a tangle of technicians. Omin-
at 11.25; at Young 11.20.
actresses; ously, as it producer turns out, John they took Gibson no
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minority life in Under the Age
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MAURICE'S MEMORIAL
MUSIC FOR OPENING OF THE SERVICE-BACH'S 101 SUITE'FOR SOLO CELLO
IN G MAJOR.
THIS IS NOT A RUNNING ORDER BUT SUGGESTIONS FOR WHAT MIGHT BE
INCLUDED.
HYMNS
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2. GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT REDEEMER
3. ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL, ALL CREATURES GREAT AND
SMALL.
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ANIMAL POEM
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Maria Callas's last performance at the festival hall.
MAURICE'S POEM ? Your choice
PASSAGE FROM ONE OF HIS BOOKS?
2 OR 3 TRIBUTES VALERIA. SHURA. CLARE OR ANOTHER OLD FRIEND
PSALM 23
THE LORD IS MY SHEPERD
AVE MARIA by SHUBERT Des Liedes Version SUNG BY SINGER IN GERMAN
BIG BAND MUSIC TOMMY DORSEY?
SOMETHING FROM BERNARD SHA W OR NOEL COWARD.
SOMETHING BY BYRON ON ITALY?
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ESTATE OF MAURICE ROWDON
DACHIELL ROWDON
44 BROOKWOOD ROAD
LONDON SW18 5BY
rowdluce@aol.com
91 March 2010
Irena Darling,
Here's Maurice's Alma Phoenix. Do be very careful into whose hands you put it as I
understand there are sizeable risks to having one's work ripped off. I'm sure you have
ideas. Are you taking it to Italy for the yearly Mahler festival perchance?
I'm also sending you the first three chapters ofThe Man's war book, working title The
War in Italy: The Hitler/Churchill Honeymoon for you to give to your friend at Random
House. Meanwhile I'm looking for an agent.
As you see from my covering letter about the book I am only suggesting the above as a
working title. Personally I think it is a marvellous title but Maurice had the most amazing
gift of driving people away from his work. I'm not English enough to know whether he's
going to set too many teeth on edge with that one. What a glorious rebel! His first title
was Forward to the Death.
Sweetheart, do take care and let us chat on the phone at least. I think I'm going off this
Sunday or Monday as my bones simply cannot take anymore cold. This means I will miss
your grand 60". I'm SO sorry!
Mugflove,
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There was a Rakshasa's daughter who had teeth in her
vagina. When she saw a man she would turn into a
pretty girl, seduce him, cut off his penis, eat it
herself and give the rest of his body to the tigers.
(From The Vagina Dentata Legend,
Verrier Elwin, British Medical
Journal)
One night the wife of Mansingh Goud went out to excrete
near an ant-hill. As she sat there the ground broke
and a small snake came out and entered her vagina. In
her belly it grew fat. Her husband thought her preg-
nant. So twelve months passed. One day she went with
her husband to the bazaar. As she sa t in a bania's
shop the snake poked its head out from under her sari.
The bania saw it and knew what danger the husband was
in. He bade him get a crowing cO ck, tie his wife's
hands and feet to four staves, open her clothes and
run away. 'Tie the cock near and when it crows the
snake will come out and you can save your wife and
yourself.' All happened as the wise bania had said.
This is a true story.
(ibid, British Medical Journal,
Psychology 19: 439, 1941)
The sex organ of a man is simple and neat as a finger;
it is readily visible and often exhibited to comrades
with proud rivalry; but the feminine sex or gan is
mysterious even to the woman herself, concealed, mucous,
and humid, as it is; it bleeds each month, it is often
sullied with body fluids, it has a secret and perilous
life of its own. Woman does not recognise herself in
it, and this explains in large part why she does not
recognise its desires as hers. These manifest them-
selves in an embarrassing manner. Man gets stiff',
but woman 'gets wet'; in the very word there are child-
hood memories of bedwetting, of guilty and involuntary
yielding to the need to urinate.'
(Simone de Beauvoir, The Second
Sex)
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accompanied by anger and every appearance of irration-
ality. It means simply the observance of detached rather
than social or racial or family principles, as the
principles of practical operation. It follows the line
of a profit, of self-advancement, of extended influence or
power, and no consideration of other possible principles
of operation will do more than temper that conduct. That
is, the principle is always invoked in the preparation
for action, but sometimes other principles may come in and
modify it though rarely halt it. The point is that
********* 'irrational' principles of allegiance have no
play in any of the key-transactions of our epoch.
allegiance of friendship or belief is something that may
come in to bind or secure the 'rational' transaction but
never to initiate it....
a ..The American team shocked and confused the English
group by suddenly firing questions to them about what
class each of them came from. That is, the deepest
allegiances flinch before the searching 'rational' eye.
In thesame way, a clever English team could have thrown
the Americans into confusion by means of their deepest
allegiances (shames)....
ewOn one of their prgrammes ex-priests were asked
what it had been like living without 'It'. The barbarian
camera bored into their faces, looking for the terrible
ravages supposedly resultant fromthe thwarting of the
appatites. But celibacy in the western priesthood had
a definite function. It did not come from doctrines of
asceticism and self-mortification.
These had nof part
of it whatsoever.
Where celibacy succeeded it produced
a wide gkaixky charity in thenan, a disposition to forgive
and understand, because of a lack of deep selfish alleg-
iances which satisfied appetites involve.
Where celibacy
failed, which was more often than not, it was (d
a disaster: it produced an aggressive disposition to
compete and wound, and a blistering envy of couples,
and twisted desires. Celibacy---the control of the semen--
succeeds only when a bliss is known which is felt to be
worth the sexual bliss a thousand times over.
The state
of 'Akowledge', according to Sri Ramakrishna, turns every
cell, every particle of the body into a million sexual
organs directed towards God. He said that the control
of the semen for twelve years produced 'the nerve of
memory', which made a state of illumination passible.
....Every religion acknowledges a connection between
semen-control and divine knowledge, which is an utter
puzzle to the 'barbarian'. It is themeaning of Mose's
serpent, turned into a rod of power. The serpent was
the Egyptian---and no doubt the Mesopotamian---symboll of
the Sexual energies: the bird (spirit) is seen clutching
(controlling) the serpent in its claws.
The farthest
the 'barbarian' can go is to say that the priest sublimates'
his sex, implying that it is still at bottom a sexual
activity, and sex-motivated.
This is not the case,
except in 'wrong' celibacy.
Sex is not the causal energy
but an expression of the causal energy, and itself might
be described as a sublimation on the easiest level.
It is not distinct from all the other uses of the energy,
which are all towards the one end....


these days....
- : .The Anglia television man wants to see me about
Persona Non Grata. He wants some cutting of the outdoor
scenes to the size of his budget. I suddenly realised
with some sadness that the interest aroused by this
script in all the companies was due to a mistaken int-
erpretation of its tense atmosphere as a criminal atmos-
phere....It has almost come about that crime is the only
accepted subject of the TV imagination, an accepted
convention like that of high life in pre-war West End
plays. Dreams of high life destroyed the old society,
destroyed the working class, and it remains to be seen
if these dark dreams will do the same and if at the end
of this dark age there will be no awaiting light....


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PAIN IN WOMEN
More and more women today are being hit by
pain which has no apparent disease behind it.
It just comes out of the blue, and may disappear
as mysteriously.
The doctor can't explain it
and his treatment doesn't help.
The afflicted area may be the abdomen, the
neck or shoulders, the back, even the feet.
The
pain may abate for weeks or months and then strike
again worse than before.
It may stay as long as
ten or fifteen years if nothing is done about it.
Perhaps the most agonising of these so-called
intractable pains is tic doloureux.
It affects the
side of the face, usually the right side, and it
hovers in the region of the trigeminal nerve which
passes down the cheek, hence its other name--
trigeminal neuralgia.
Annette Rowdon, a sculptress in her forties,
is one of those who refused to let pain dominate
her life, though it took her a four-year battle
to win her way back to normality.
She developed tic doloureux just after she
finished a large stone-and-crystal figure for a
new Kodak building in July 1975.
"It started very slowly," she says.
wasn't a big pain at first---rather like a mild
toothache.
It always came when I was eating.
Loking back I know it had something to do with
physical work.
Also I'd been under a lot of
personal strain before that."
For about a year the 'toothache' pain came and
went, always a little worse each time.
Then
excruciatingly painful spasms started.
"That was the worst thing, the spasms. They
moved around the teeth, the jaw, the chin, always
changing places.
When they were near the nose
they were the most unbearable.
They lasted about


a minute."
Was there any pattern in their occurrence?
"Yes," says Annette.
"They came back or got
worse just before my period started, and eased a
few days after it was over.
I think this is because
the hormones in the blood change, and this causes
stress.
"The pain started interfering with my sleep.
Eating was very difficult because I couldn't open
my mouth properly.
I started mashing my food to
make chewing easier.
"When I had the pain I didn't want to be with
people, even my family, because it was embarrassing.
I just wanted to withdraw.
The less I talked the
less pain I had.
"I got dreadfully thin and felt I was unattractive.
My work suffered.
I cried a lot with the pain and
often felt very foolish and helpless.
It was like
being tortured for no reason.
You feel life's
against you and I got very depressed.
"Most people were very sympathetic and felt sorry
for me.
But they treated me like a terrible invalid,
which I wasn't.
I knew I didn't have a disease,
just a state of tension underneath.
Some people got
impatient.
This was because they couldn't see a
reason for the pain."
In the course of four years Annette tried just
about every treatment under the sun. Like many other
pain-sufferers she went from doctor to doctor,
abandoning treatment before it had time to work
because the pain made her impatient for quick results.
She saw osteopaths, nature-cure doctors, homeopaths,
acupuncturists, dentists, as well as orthodox neurologists.
"I heard that sometimes people had their jaws
injected with alcohol or their trigeminal nerve cut,
but I didn't fancy going round with one side of my
face drooping.
I've always been against surgery or
drugs except in emergencies, and I was sure my tension


was the thing that had to be tackled."
Two years ago, despite the continuing spasms,
she took up a teaching job in the USA. On the advice
of a dentist in Pennsylvania who was '99% sure' that
it was the cause of her pain she had an impacted
wisdom-tooth removed.
After an operation under full sedation and an
expensive two-day stay at the local hospital her
spasms became more agonising than ever.
Sometimes
she thought she would faint with the pain.
Back home again she became so run-down that her
doctor advised her to go to a private hospital for
at least a month to build up her strength again.
She spent six weeks there and felt much better after-
wards.
But the spasms returned.
So far she'd kept off the pain-killers.
Now
she felt she couldn't afford to slip back into the
old pain-wracked life and lose all the strength she'd
just built up.
She heard of a non-habit forming,
non-depressant drug called Tegretol, which.acts on the
central nervous system and is particularly successful
in soothing tic doloureux, and she began taking between
one and three tablets a day.
Unlike the other pain-
killers she tried, it worked.
"I wasn't happy depending on a drug,' "1 Annette
says. "It made me feel vague and irresponsible, and
affected my memory.
I was tired and less sensitive
to things---and this is very bad for an artist."
But in the spring of this year help came in the
form of two very different kinds of practitioner.
"First of all I started going to a healer.
A ballet-dancer I knew had gone to her with a paralysed
arm and been completely cured.
She encouraged me
to take Tegretol, which surprised me a lot.
She
said, 'You've got to work and live normally, then as
things get better you can gradually give it up.'
And this is what happened."
The only pains Annette has today are twinges--
much less than the original 'mild toothache'.
She


For one thing healers today are much better
organised.
And on the whole doctors are better
informed about their successes.
In fact, a healer's first patients often come
via a doctor, and healing sessions have been given
at NHS hospitals with doctors looking on. The
Hospital of Nervous Diseases is particularly coop-
erative here.
In Plymouth, Dr Alec Forbes, senior consultant
physician at the General Hospital, sends out
circular letters to his patients advising them that
as spiritual healer is available if they want one.
The Healing Research Trust (of which Dr Forbes
is a member) recently placed a plea with the Depart-
ment of Health and Social Seaurity that healing be
accepted under the NHS.
It may be a long time before this and other
less-known techniques like Ayurvedic and homeopathic
medicine reach us through the NHS.
But who ten
or fifteen years ago could have guessed that acupuncture--
once much ridiculed in the West---would one day become
standard treatment?
In the end it's a question of patients knowing
what treatments exist and asking for them.
Demand
creates supply even in the medical world.
Otherwise
we would be without one Pain Clinic today, let alone
over a hundred.
Maurice Rowdon 1979


me here soon and one of our aims will be to bring
Ayurvedic methods to poor people."
But it isn't only Indian medicine that emphasises
the need for ridding the body of its poisons. The
Hygienic Clinics in the USA which have existed since
at least 1830, and are very likely the pioneers of
the modern health-farm idea, claim unqualified
success in the treatment of tic doloureux, while
American orthodox medicine, like our own, can only
suggest pain-killers or other forms of anaesthesia.
The method of the Hygienic Clinics is a prolonged
fast which may last aslong as a month.
The pain
usually reaches a well-nigh unbearable climax in the
early stages of the fast, but when it does ebb away,
the Clinics claim, it does so for good, unless of
course the patient puts all the poisons back again
by wrong diet.
Unfortunately, this is an area where the NHS
cannot help.
Our medical establishment, and therefore
NHS hospitals, still see fasting in strict connection
with overweight, and a woman-sufferer who feels the
need of a medically supervised fast, ot at least expert
advice about it, will have to visit one of the numerous
health farms in this country as a private patient.
Health farms aren't all outrageously expensive
and can cost, inclusive of careful medical supervision,
little more than a packaged holiday abroad.
Spiritual healing on the other hand is available
to any pain-sufferer who asks for it, though it: isn't
an NHS treatment.
If the GP or local hospital cannot
help, thevational Federation of Healers at Sunbury
on Thames can, and and will also offer an absent-
healing service where only the patient's name need
be registered.
No cost is involved.
Much more is known about healing than it was in
1956 when the Archbishop of Canterbury asked a commission
of doctors, of all people, whether divine healing was
valid or not.


is living and working normally, and back to her
old weight.
"The healer: showed me that I was holding my shoulder
in an odd way, andher hands always went to my spine as
if they were being guided there.
She said that that
was where the trouble lay and this was confirmed later
by a very good osteopath.
Now I feel my spine's much
more flexible.
Sometimes it really hurts when she
pushes at a certain place, or rubs.
And sometimes she
just touches you lightly.
She's been called the healer
with the steel fingers.
Usually after her sessions
I feel much better in myself.
She raises your spirit
so wonderfully, makes you feel stronger and more courag-
eous.
It's as if she gets your circulation going again."
The other practitioner who began treating her was
a young Indian doctor who specialises in Ayurvedic
medicine.
This is India's traditional medical system,
recently given official recognition by the Indian
government so that its hospitals and pharmacies (five
thousand of them throughout India) take equal place
with those following orthodox Western methods.
Twenty-four-year-old Ashwan Barot is resident
physician at Ludshott Manor Hospital in Liphook,
Hampshire.
When he heard about Annette's case he
was convinced that Ayurvedic methods could help her.
He sent to India for the relevant medicines and
treatment began.
"I think the medicines are herbal," Annette says.
"They've certainly released something in my abdomen,
and I feel relaxed there as I haven't done for years.
I've learned that I have to keep calm and get plenty
of rest.
"It looks as if the healing and the Idian treat-
ment have done the trick.
I don't know what an
orthodox doctor would think about it.
All I know is
that these two people have given me relief after
four years of intermittent agony."


What about the woman-sufferer who just goes
to her GP, fails to get the right treatment and
unlike Annette Rowdon gives up there?
Are unorthodox
forms of treatment available to her even within the
confines of the NHS?
Is her GP likely to know about
them?
Surprisingly, the answer is yes---if she tries
hard enough.
A much greater variety of medical treatment is
available through one's local GP or hospital than
may at first appear.
It's only a matter of the
patient knowing what she wants and asking for it.
Where the GP is ignorant she can inform him.
For instance, there are now over a hundred Pain
Clinics in Britain, attached to NHS hospitals and
solely devoted to the treatmentof pain.
Patients
have to be referred to these clinics by their GP,
and the rule is that his treatment must have failed
to solve the problem.
The treatment provided at the Pain Clinics
includes drugs, vibration and spray techniques,
electro-analgesia, low-frequency waves directed at
the ganglion, local anaesthetics, antibiotics,
surgery, deep X-ray and sometimes, if outside help
is thought necessary by the doctor in charge of the
case, hypnosis, acupuncture and psychotherapy.
Dr D.S.Robbie, chief anaesthetist at the
Royal Marsden Hospital in London, began noticing
the upward trend of intractable pain back in the
early Sixties and decided to do something about it.
He organised a weekly three-hour session to deal
with pain-patients alone.
Three hours wyere all
his hospital would give him, since pain as a complaint
in itself aroused little medical interest at the time.
But the demand grew.
And it grew all over
Britain.
Other anaesthetists became involved
and by the end of the Sixties they had formed the
Intractable Pain Society with the aim of persuading
the Department of Health to take a serious lookat


the problem.
Pain clinics bagan appearing all over the
country---usually out-patient surgeries held in NHS
hospitals once or twice a week.
Here the sufferer
from intractable pain could get all the expert
sympathy she might have been looking for over a
period of months or years.
But how many women in fact reach these clinics?
In an article published in 1977 four anaesthetists,
one of them Dr Lipton, head of one of the most
sophisticated Pain Clinics in Europe at the Walton
Hospital in Liverpool, suggested that very few do---
only 'the tip of the iceberg.'
One reason they
gave was that the GP often doesn't know 'the variety
of methods available for the treatment of pain'.
Another was that 'intractable pain may make the
patient appear to be a chronic complainer', with
the result that the doctor just shrugs his shoulders
and advises another drug more in hope than belief.
All too often the woman-sufferer today gets
that 'Oh my God, another neurotic woman' look from
her doctor just because her pain can't be diagnosed
or explained.
Even her family may feel she's
'exaggerating."
And this may discourage her from going to the
doctor again, or even looking for a solution.
Here
the Pain Clinic can help psychologically if not
medically.
There she can see other sufferers with
the same look of helplessness.
She can talk to
doctors who deal with cases like hers every day
and who recognise her symptoms without difficulty
(or disbelief).
With that said, not everyone agrees that the
Pain Clinics are all that successful.
Most of
their techniques are designed to kill or deaden
pain, not to remove its causes.
Pain is an urgent signal by the body that
something is wrong, like the dog that barks when
there's thief in the house. Have we really solved


the problem by killing the dog?
Also the clinics are often in the neuro-
surgical department of a hospital, and therefore
under the management of surgeons and anaesthetists.
Are they the right people for the job?
Dr D.S.Robbie has his doubts.
"On the whole,"
he says,"We anaesthetists are used toquick impersonal
relationship. with our patient, not the long personal
relationship which the treatment of intractable
pain obviously requires."
A point to remember here is that acute pain
isn't necessarily a dangerous sign, and it can often
be a useful one.
Dr Sharma, medical director of
Ludshott Manor Hospital, believes that women tend
to 'express' their inner stresses more easily and
immediately than men.
"Little aches and pains and the occasional
cold are often the signs of a healthy orgamism
fighting disease, 11 he says.
"Nothing frightens
me more than a man who comes into my surgery and
says, 'I haven't been to a doctor for twenty years.' t
So pain may be a life-saver.
It may signal
physical stress when there is still time to do something
about it.
This was certainly the case for Annette
Rowdon.
"It made me realise that I took on too
much work without first building up the strength
to handle it," she says.
How much intractable pain originates in stress?
We know that fifty percent more women than men
develop 'tic doloureux. Is it the same story with
other well-known intractable pains like lumbosciatic
syndrome, post-herpes neuralgia, post-traumatic
neuritis, which are also on the upsurge? Do more
women than men develop hidden stress and anxiety
because, as housewives, they lead lonelier lives?
Or is todays' world with its unceasing pressures
harder on the female organism than it is on the male?
One good example of a relationship between


stress and pain is dysmenhorrhea or painful
menstruation.
In almost all cases an important
emotional factor is found at work, and if the sufferer
can learn not to over-react to day-to-day anxie .ties
the complaint usually clears up.
The fact is that when we feel anxious or afraid
our bodies react by preparing us for action---any
action, even when there's nothing to do.
The
heart increases its output, blood gets diverted to
the muscles, glucose is liberated into the bloodstream
to provide extra energy.
In other words, we 'tense
up', and it stands to reason that if our bodies are
constantly doing this we have to pay the price in some
internal disorder sooner or later.
Certainly complete relaxation has removed pain
in a lot of cases.
Dr Ainslie Meares, after studying
pain for many years and travelling as far as the
foothills of the Himalayas to find a man who claimed
he never felt anxiety, came to the conclusion that
a state of absolute rest has a marked 'distancing'
effect on pain.
One of his patients, a retired 76-year-old doctor,
had a persistent intractable pain in one foot.
Surgery had proved useless.
The main nerve in the
foot had been cut, then the nerves leading to the
toes, then those round the artery. The pain went
on. Only Dr Meares' eltaorate mental relaxation
exercises helped, and finally the pain disappeared
altogether.
Today of course there is no lack of opportunity
for learning relaxation techniques.
Yoga and
meditation classes are available up and down the
country for a small fee and often for nothing.
Hypnosis too is available through the Pain
Clinics and has been known to help.
The usual
argument against it is that like pain-killers it
only suppres@ses/the trouble so that it may flare
up later in another form.
For Dr D. Zimmermann, a Harley Street specialist


who has practised hypnosis for years, this is a
red herring.
He has had marked success in curing
harmful habits like smoking and holds that the desire
behind them simply disappears under hypnosis, if it
works.
But in the case of intractable pain he finds
that a patient may not always want to get rid of it.
The pain may be there to cause attention, or to
expiate a hidden guilt.
Once, after induc cing hypnotic sleep in a Vietnam
veteran who suffered from excruciating back pains
resulting from wounds, Dr Zimmermann asked him,
"Do you want to get rid of this pain?" and the
answer was "No."
Ayurvedic doctors would say here that all
disease, certainly all intractable pain, comes
from mental disharmony of some kind.
"If sad or bad news reaches you in the middle
of a meal," says Dr Barot, "you can't eat any more.
That is, your stomach juices are immediately stopped.
Western medicine has shown little recognition of this
simple process.
In the West all disease is made to
seem accidental and it isn't."
The first thing an Ayurvedic doctor does with a
new patient is to rid his body as far as possible
of toxic substances.
He does this by means of
enemas, induced vomiting, steam inhalations and
medicines.
Then he applies traditional herbal
and mineral remedies, in pill or liquid form, some
of which may have gold, silver or mercury bases.
These remedies are carefully prepared over a
long period of time, and for this reason are difficult
to introduce to a mass market.
But Dr Barot hopes to set up Britain's first
Ayurvedic centre.
"I'm young," he says.
no need to rush.
I'm not interested in money,
just as long as I can survive.
My fiancée, who is
also a qualified Ayurvedic doctor, will be joining


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Maurice Rowdon Esq
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London SW18 5BY
You are sweet to think of me, and it was absolutely lovely to hear from you again
and I remember how phenominally glamorous you used to be and I'm sure you are
now.
Darling Maurice, I'm going to be brutally and vilely frank with you. Ijust at the
moment have finished an eight-day-a-week, twenty-four hour spate of writing to do a
first draft of a novel to get some money out of my publishers. I have a tidal wave
of other things to do. I have in my in-tray, about ten bits of manuscripts, half
manuscripts, ideas, that people want me to help them with. I am so sorry, but I
don't quite know what I can do, short of sending your idea to publishers and getting
some backing that way. I am at the moment defeated. I'm so, SO sorry. I will have
a think. But just at the moment I've suddenly got a mass of subject reading to do.
I'm going on tour for my paperback from now onwards really. The first interviewer
is coming today and I just feel wet, quite frankly, and I know we are both animal
lovers and I know I ought to do something about it. IfI can think of anything in the
next few days, I'll get back to you, if not just please forgive me and I'm So very
sorry.
Tons of love,
JILLY COOPER


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From Stranger to Destroyer:
The Inside Story of Humans
MAURICE ROWDON
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WHAT kind of species goes in for collective suicide?
Have our powers of self-invention to date been deeply misconceived?
Periods of decline usually contain the seeds of renewal.
What will it take for us to survive?
"The only measure we have of any animal's intelligence is whether it leaves its habitat enhanced or depleted, and by
this measure the human is the least intelligent of all creatures.
The Ape of Sorrows examines human behaviour through the simple but powerful rubric of animal intelligence,
presenting a new view of humans as a magnificent, if misguided species which lost its way as it evolved beyond its
niche to be niche-less, and separate, from all other non-linguistic animal life.
The Ape of Sorrows opens with a gripping retelling of the monkey brawl at London Zoo in the 1930s. It goes on to
examine the history of our relationship with animals, and the development of our scientific, cultural and religious
thought and practice through the millennia - the story that has brought us to this point of extreme instability in the 21st
century.
Author, philosopher and historian, Maurice Rowdon brings a personal philosophical view to bear on our present state,
offering an explanation as to how and why we are apparently so tragically committed to the destruction of this planet,
our evolutionary mutations revealing a hard-pressed creature who seems to have had no other course.
The Ape of Sorrows is the culmination of 15 years of dedicated thought completed in the months before the visionary
author's death in February 2009.
BIOGRAPHY: Maurice Rowdon (1922-2009) earned degrees in History and Philosophy at Oxford University and
published twelve books on animal and human intelligence, travel, and war. A writer of fiction and non-fiction as well as
aj prolific playwright, he also taught his own breathing system, evolved from yoga practices, in California and Europe.
In the latter years he lived with his wife, Dachiell, who survives him, in France and London.
NOTE: MAURICE ROWDON wrote twelve books on human and animal intelligence, and with great prescience on the shape of human culture, past,
present andi future.
> Of Talking Dogs, 1978:
"one of the most remarkable animal books ever written" : Evening News
> Inl Itallan Sketches, 1963:
he casually wrote that cars would eventually be banned from city centres and politics in the future would be determined by environmental issues
>> Ofl Perimeter West, 1956 (before the construction of The Wall in 1961)
"the mosti important novel to come to us out ofl England since 1945"; Welt und Wort
FRONT COVER: Lucian Freud, "Small Portrait 2001"
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