We attend to the famous/notorious Powder of Sympathy, as popularised by Sir Kenelm Digby [pictured] in the 1650s, and used to cure wounds even from a distance. Do we believe these stories? Do we dismiss them, like the missionary at the beginning of Stevenson’s fable, who insists there’s “nothing in it”, or like the missionary after his adventure when he admits that there might be “something in it” after all? You are invited to attend.
[As heard on Cambridge 105 Radio]
