The pains of childbirth were altogether different from the enveloping effects of other kinds of pain. These were pains one could follow with one's mind.
Margaret MeadAbout author
- Author's profession: Scientist
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 16, 1901
- Died: November 15, 1978
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