可能有人覺得這不太好笑，不過也許有人看了會會心一笑~~
That night we drank yage by the sick boy's bed, Santiago and I. The boy sipped
a little, just a taste, and his father didn't want any, he said,in case he had
to carry the boy outside. It was an unvevntful night with soft chanting and
talk of hunting in the Putumayo, what it was like in the forests for
Santiago when he was a kid by his father's side, how he'd killed an anteater
with a lance, but never a tiger, whether or not there was envy in the
countries where I had lived, and so forth. He couldn't conceive the notion
that envy as a maliciously wounding force capable of even killing people did
not exist in the places I came from. Years later I began to see how right he
was, especially with regard to academics.
p.349
Santiago...I would count among his greatest interests and, indeed, an
obsessive concern: namely, shaman-teachers envying a promising pupil, and
the way in which envy between shamans can be channeled by one of them to
kill or seriously impair the pupil of the other (a situation with which
those in academia may have some understanding from personal experience).
p.358
Taussig 1987 Shamanism, Colonialism, and the Wild Man: A Study in Terror
and Healing.
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