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A cartoon of a man with receding hair sitting casually in a green chair, gesturing animatedly with one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. This is how Dr. Slife, D.D.S., imagines himself to be under pressure. Cool. Smart. In Control. Any other picture of Slife—say, forced to the ground face first in a gloomy forest, gagging on the rich loamy smell of duff, while a fishbelly white hand reaches around to explore his mouth with long skeletal fingers, finding his second bicuspid and extracting it with one terrifyingly fierce yank—such a picture would not fit with Slife’s self-image. And yet.