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Aspirin: Exciting New Benefits(阿斯匹林：令人激动的新功效)

Aspirin may be the most familiar drug in the world——but

its power to heal goes far beyond the usual aches and pains.

Exciting new studies suggest that aspirin can help fight a wide

range of rious illness.“It now ems to be a benefit in so

many areas of health，”says Dr. Debra Judelson，medical

director of the Women‘s Heart Institute in Beverly Hills，Calif.“I

advi most of my patients，as long as they aren’t allergic to

aspirin and don‘t have bleeding problems，to take low-do

aspirin.”

Here are some major illness and conditions that aspirin or

aspirin-like drugs might help prevent.

Alzheimer‘s.“Rearch over the last five years has shown

that inflammation within the brain plays a role in the

development of Alzheimer’s dia，”says Dr. Richard B.

Lipton，professor of psychiatry，neurology and epidemiology at

Albert Einstein College of Medicine in New York City. This may

explain studies showing that people who have regularly taking

anti-inflammatory drugs for other reasons，such as to treat

arthritis or to prevent cardiovascular dia，are less likely to

develop Alzheimer‘s.

“Elderly people who take aspirin have a lower rate of

cognitive loss，”says Dr. Charles H. Hennekens of the University

of Miami School of Medicine.“So aspirin may have an impact not

just on Alzheimer‘s but on the large number of patients who

experience memory loss with age.”

Diabetes-Related Heart Dia. Rearchers have found

evidence that diabetics are prone to an incread production of

thromboxane，a substance that encourages platelets to clump

together. Due，in part，to this effect，people with diabetes are

two to four times more likely than non-diabetics to die from the

complications of cardiovascular dia.

Aspirin helps prevent diabetes-related heart dia，in

partly by blocking the synthesis of thromboxane. The

Physicians‘Health Study，a landmark clinical trial directed by Dr.

Hennekens，revealed a 44-percent reduction in heart attacks in

men placed on aspirin therapy，and an even greater reduction

among diabetic men. The American Diabetes Association

recommends using low-do aspirin to reduce the development

of cardiovascular dia in my of the more than 14 million adult

diabetics in the United States.

Cancer. Over the last decade there has been keen interest in

the u of aspirin to prevent cancer.“Experiments have shown

that non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs，including aspirin，inhibit tumors in a whole array of cancers，including cancers of

the colon，esophagus and stomach，”says Dr. Michael Thun，vice president for epidemiology and surveillance rearch for the

American Cancer Society. At Harvard Medical School，the long-term Nurs‘Health Study(which involves nearly 90，000

female nurs)，has revealed a 30-percent reduction in

colorectal cancer among tho women who ud aspirin

regularly for 10 to 19 years and a 44-percent reduction after 20

years of consistent aspirin u.

Heart Attack. Most of us know that the Food and Drug

Administration(FDA)recommends aspirin as a way of preventing

heart attacks in tho known to have a heart condition，but few

of us realize it can help at the ont of an attack. In 1998 the FDA

advid that individuals experiencing the symptoms of a heart

attack should immediately take aspirin. A worldwide study of 17，187 patients directed by Dr. Hennekens has shown that there is a

23-percent reduction in the death rate when aspirin is taken

within 24 hours of experiencing heart-attack symptoms.

Cardiologist Debra Judelson has en its benefits firsthand.

On an airplane flight，a fellow pasnger turned pale，began

suffering chest pains and had trouble breathing. She quickly gave

the man two aspirin，and in a few moments his pain abated，his

lung cleared and his color returned.

When the man was taken to a hospital，doctors found that

one of his coronary arteries was more than 95-percent

blocked.“The doctors opened the vesl and nt him home two

days later，”Dr. Judelson says. The aspirin had disrupted the

formation of blood clots in the clogged artery.

“If you think you‘re having a heart attack，chew two

aspirin，”advid Dr. Judelson.“Chewing leads to more rapid

absorption than swallowing whole. With a heart attack，minutes

mean muscle. The longer you wait，the more muscle is damaged.”

Antibiotic-Induced Hearing Loss. Rearch suggests that

hearing loss associated with common antibiotics called

aminoglycosides can be curtailed by taking aspirin along with the

drugs.“The antibiotics are among the most commonly ud

throughout the world，”explains Jochen Schacht，professor of

biological chemistry at the University of Michigan Medical

School.“Many bacterial infections that are resistant to other

drugs respond best to the. We estimate that ten percent of all

tho admitted to our hospital receive aminoglycosides.”

At the same time，says Schacht，“the world Health

Organization considers the drugs a significant cau of

preventable deafness.”They can combine with iron in the body

to form free radicals——unstable molecules that can damage

cells，including the thousands of tiny hair cells found in the inner

ear. Once the hair cells are damaged，the inner ear los its

ability to detect sounds，leading to permanent hearing loss.

Preliminary studies in animals indicate that salicylate——what aspirin becomes after it is broken down by the body——prevents the formation of free radicals and，thus，antibiotic-induced hearing loss.

Before beginning daily aspirin u，check with your

physician. Despite their enthusiasm for aspirin，doctors remind

us there can be significant risk for some people in taking the drug.

By thinning the blood，aspirin can retard clotting and cau

excessive bleeding. So regular aspirin u may not be appropriate

for people with digestive disorders，gastrointestinal bleeding or

other bleeding problems. Tho planning to undergo even minor

surgery should tell their doctors if they‘re on aspirin therapy.

Also，aspirin isn’t recommended for children and teens

becau of its association with Reye‘s syndrome，a rare but

dangerous childhood dia.

For many，however，aspirin may be just the therapy to help

prevent some of our most dreaded illness.“I think it‘s the

wonder drug of the 21st century，”says Dr. Hennekens

Harriet Webster

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My Friend, Albert Einstein (我的朋友阿尔伯特•爱因斯坦)

He was one of the greatest scientists the world has ever

known，yet if I had to convey the esnce of Albert Einstein in a

single word，I would choo simplicity. Perhaps an anecdote will

help. Once，caught in a downpour，he took off his hat and held

it under his coat. Asked why，he explained，with admirable logic，that the rain would damage the hat，but his hair would be none

the wor for its wetting. This knack for going instinctively to the

heart of a matter was the cret of his major scientific

discoveries——this and his extraordinary feeling for beauty.

I first met Albert Einstein in 1935，at the famous Institute for

Advanced Study in Princeton，N. J. He had been among the first

to be invited to the Institute，and was offered carte blanche as

to salary. To the director‘s dismay，Einstein asked for an

impossible sum：It was far too small. The director had to plead

with him to accept a larger salary.

I was in awe of Einstein，and hesitated before approaching

him about some ideas I had been working on. When I finally

knocked on his door，a gentle voice said，“Come”—with a

rising inflection that made the single word both a welcome and

a question. I entered his office and found him ated at a table，calculating and smoking his pipe. Dresd in ill-fitting clothes，his hair characteristically awry，he smiled a warm welcome. His

utter naturalness at once t me at ea.

As I began to explain my ideas，he asked me to write the

equations on the blackboard so he could e how they

developed. Then came the staggering—and altogether

endearing—request：“Plea go slowly. I do not understand

things quickly.”This from Einstein!He said it gently，and I

laughed. From then on，all vestiges of fear were gone.

Einstein was born in 1879 in the German city of Ulm. He had

been no infant prodigy;indeed，he was so late in learning to

speak that his parents feared he was a dullard. In school，though

his teachers saw no special talent in him，the signs were already

there. He taught himlf calculus，for example，and his teachers

emed a little afraid of him becau he asked questions they

could not answer. At the age of 16，he asked himlf whether a

light wave would em stationary if one ran abreast of it. From

that innocent question would ari，ten years later，his theory

of relativity.

Einstein failed his entrance examinations at the Swiss Federal

Polytechnic School，in Zurich，but was admitted a year later.

There he went beyond his regular work to study the masterworks

of physics on his own. Rejected when he applied for academic

positions，he ultimately found work，in 1902，as a patent

examiner in Berne，and there in 1905 his genius burst into

fabulous flower.

Among the extraordinary things he produced in that

memorable year were his theory of relativity，with its famous

offshoot，E=mc(energy equals mass times the speed of light

squared)，and his quantum theory of light. The two theories

were not only revolutionary，but emingly contradictory：The

former was intimately linked to the theory that light consists of

waves，while the latter said it consists somehow of particles. Yet

this unknown young man boldly propod both at once—and he

was right in both cas，though how he could have been is far

too complex a story to tell here.

Collaborating with Einstein was an unforgettable experience.

In 1937，the Polish physicist Leopold Infeld and I asked if we

could work with him. He was plead with the proposal，since

he had an idea about gravitation waiting to be worked out in

detail. Thus we got to know not merely the man and the friend，but also the professional.

The intensity and depth of his concentration were fantastic.

When battling a recalcitrant problem，he worried it as an animal

worries its prey. Often，when we found ourlves up against a

emingly insuperable difficulty，he would stand up，put his

pipe on the table，and say in his quaint English，“I will a little

tink”(he could not pronounce“th”)。Then he would pace up

and down，twirling a lock of his long，graying hair around his

fore-finger.

A dreamy，faraway and yet inward look would come over his

face. There was no appearance of concentration，no furrowing

of the brow——only a placid inner communion. The minutes

would pass，and then suddenly Einstein would stop pacing as his

face relaxed into a gentle smile. He had found the solution to the

problem. Sometimes it was so simple that Infeld and I could have

kicked ourlves for not having thought of it. But the magic had

been performed invisibly in the depths of Einstein‘s mind，by a

process we could not fathom.

When his wife died he was deeply shaken，but insisted that

now more than ever was the time to be working hard. I remember

going to his hou to work with him during that sad time. His

face was haggard and grief-lined，but he put forth a great effort

to concentrate. To help him，I steered the discussion away from

routine matters into more difficult theoretical problems，and

Einstein gradually became absorbed in the discussion. We kept

at it for some two hours，and at the end his eyes were no longer

sad. As I left，he thanked me with moving sincerity.“It was a

fun，”he said. He had had a moment of surcea from grief，and then groping words expresd a deep emotion.

Although Einstein felt no need for religious ritual and

belonged to no formal religious ritual and belonged to no formal

religious group，he was the most deeply religious man I have

known. He once said to me，“Ideas come from God，”and one

could hear the capital“G”in the reverence with which he

pronounced the word. On the marble fireplace in the

mathematics building at Princeton University is carved，in the

original German，what one might call his scientific credo：“God is subtle，but he is not malicious.”By this Einstein meant

that scientists could expect to find their task difficult，but not

hopeless：The Univer was a Univer of law，and God was not

confusing us with deliberate paradoxes and contradictions.

Einstein was a accomplished amateur musician. We ud to

play duets，he on the violin，I at the piano. One day he surprid

me by saying Mozart was the greatest compor of all.

Beethoven“created”his music，but the music of Mozart was of

such purity and beauty one felt he had merely“found”it——that it had always existed as part of the inner beauty of the

Univer，waiting to be revealed.

It was this very Mozartean simplicity that most characterized

Einstein‘s methods. His 1905 theory of relativity，for example，was built on just two simple assumptions. One is the so-called

principle of relativity，which means，roughly speaking，that we

cannot tell whether we are at rest or moving smoothly. The other

assumption is that the speed of light is the same no matter what

the speed of the object that produces it. You can e how

reasonable this is if you think of agitating a stick in a lake to

create waves. Whether you wiggle the stick from a stationary pier，or from a rushing speedboat，the waves，once generated，are

on their own，and their speed has nothing to do with that of the

stick……

Each of the assumptions，by itlf，was so plausible as to

em primitively obvious. But together they were in such violent

conflict that a lesr man would have dropped one or the other

and fled in panic. Einstein daringly kept both——and by so doing

he revolutionized physics. For he demonstrated they could，after

all，exist peacefully side by side，provided we gave up cherished

beliefs about the nature of time.

Science is like a hou of cards，with concepts like time and

space at the lowest level. Tampering with time brought most of

the hou tumbling down，and it was this that made Einstein‘s

work so important——and controversial. At a conference in

Princeton in honor of his 70th birthday，one of the speakers，a

Nobel Prize winner，tried to convey the magical quality of

Einstein’s achievement. Words failed him，and with a shrug of

helplessness he pointed to his wristwatch，and said in tones of

awed amazement，“It all came from this.”His very ineloquence

made this the most eloquent tribute I have heard to Einstein‘s

genius.

Although fame had little effect on Einstein as a person，he

could not escape it;he was，of cour，instantly recognizable.

One autumn Saturday，I was walking with him in Princeton

discussing some technical matters. Parents and alumni were

streaming excitedly toward the stadium，their minds on the

coming football game. As they approached us，they paud in

sudden recognition，and a momentary air of solemnity came

over them as if they had been reminded of a different world. Yet

Einstein emed totally unaware of this effect and went on with

the discussion as though they were not there.

We think of Einstein as one concerned only with the deepest

aspects of science. But he saw scientific principles in everyday

things to which most of us would give barely a cond thought.

He once asked me if I had ever wondered why a man‘s feet will

sink into either dry or completely submerged sand，while sand

that is merely damp provides a firm surface. When I could not

answer，he offered a simple explanation.

It depends，he pointed out，on surface tension，the

elastic-skin effect of a liquid surface. This is what holds a drop

together，or caus two small raindrops on a windowpane to

pull into one big drop the moment their surfaces touch.

When sand is damp，Einstein explained，there are tiny

amounts of water between grains. The surface tensions of the

tiny amounts of water pull all the grains together，and friction

then makes them hard to budge. When the sand is dry，there is

obviously no water between grains. If the sand is fully immerd，there is water between grains，but no water surface to pull them

together.

This is not as important as relativity;yet there is no telling

what eming trifle will lead an Einstein to a major discovery. And

the puzzle the sand does give us an inkling of the power and

elegance of his mind.

Einstein‘s work，performed quietly with pencil and paper，emed remote from the turmoil of everyday life：But his ideas

were so revolutionary they caud violent controversy and

irrational anger. Indeed，in order to be able to award him a

belated Nobel Prize，the lection committee had to avoid

mentioning relativity，and pretend the prize was awarded

primarily for his work on the quantum theory.

Political events upt the renity of his life even more. When

the Nazis came to power in Germany，his theories were officially

declared fal becau they had been formulated by a Jew. His

property was confiscated，and it is said a price was put on his

head.

When scientists in the United States，fearful that the Nazis

might develop an atomic bomb，sought to alert American

authorities to the danger，they were scarcely heeded. In

desperation，they drafted a letter which Einstein signed and nt

directly to President Roovelt. It was this act that led to the

fateful decision to go all-out on the production of an atomic

bomb—an endeavor in which Einstein took no active part. When

he heard of the agony and destruction that his E=mc had

wrought，he was dismayed beyond measure，and from then on

there was a look of ineffable sadness in his eyes.

There was something elusively whimsical about Einstein. It is

illustrated by my favorite anecdote about him. In his first year in

Princeton，on Christmas Eve，so the story goes，some children

sang carols outside his hou. Having finished，they knocked on

his door and explained they were collecting money to buy

Christmas prents，Einstein listened，then said，“Wait a

moment.”He put on his scarf and overcoat，and took his violin

from its ca Then，joining the children as they went from door

to door，he accompanied their singing of“Silent Night”on his

violin.

How shall I sum up what it meant to have known Einstein and

his works?Like the Nobel Prize winner who pointed helplessly at

his watch，I can find no adequate words. It was akin to the

revelation of great art that lets one e what was formerly hidden.

And when，for example，I walk on the sand of a lonely beach，I am reminded of his cealess arch for cosmic simplicity—and

the scene takes on a deeper，sadder beauty.

Banesh Hoffmann

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My Father, My Son, My Self(父亲、儿子和我)

y father still looks remarkably like I remember him when I

was growing up：hair full，body trim，face tanned，eyes sharp.

What‘s different is his gentleness and patience. I had

remembered neither as a boy，and I wondered which of us had

changed.

My son Matthew and I had flown to Arizona for a visit，and

his 67-year-old grandfather was tuning up his guitar to play for

the boy.“You know‘Oh，Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo

Roam’?”my father asked.

All the while，four-year-old Matthew was bouncing on the

couch，furtively strumming the guitar he wasn‘t suppod to

touch and talking incessantly.

My father and I were once at great odds. We went through

all the classic rentful and rebellious teen stuff：shouting

matches，my weird friends，clothes and beliefs. I still vividly

recall the revelation that finally came to me one day that I was

not my father，and that I could stop trying to prove I wasn‘t.

When I was a boy，my father wasn‘t around much. He

worked ven days a week as a milkman. But even at work he was

the task-master in abntia. Infractions were added up，and at

night he dispend punishment，though rarely beyond a

threatening voice or a scolding finger.

I believed that manhood required that I stand up to him，even if it meant fists. One day some friends and I buried our high

school‘s parking-lot barriers under the woodpile for the annual

home-coming bonfire.

We hated the things becau they kept us from leaving

school in our cars until after the bus had left. I thought the

prank was pretty funny，and I mentioned it to my father. He

didn‘t think it was funny，and he ordered me to go with him to

dig the barriers out.

Can you imagine anything more humiliating at age 16?I

refud，and we stood toe to toe. Dad was in a rage，and I

thought for an instant that the test had come.

But then he shook his head and calmly walked away. The next

day my friends told me that they had en him at the bonfire

celebration. He‘d climbed into the woodpile in front of

hundreds of kids，pulled out the barriers and left. He never

mentioned it to me. He still hasn’t.

Despite our father-son struggles，I never doubted my

father‘s love，which was our lifeline through some pretty rough

times. There are plenty of warm memories– he and I on the couch

watching TV together，walking a gravel road in Crete，Ill.，as

dusk，riding home in a car，singing“Red River Valley.”

He had this way of smiling at me，this way of tossing a

backhanded compliment，letting me know he was prod of me

and my achievements. He was a rugged tear，and it was

during his teasing that I always nd his great，unspoken love.

When I was older，I would understand that this is how many men

show affection without acknowledging vulnerability. And I

imitated his way of saying“I love you”by telling him his no

was too big or his ties too ugly.

But I can‘t recall a time my father hugged or hisd me or

said he loved me. I remember snuggling next to him on Sunday

mornings. I remember the strong，warm feeling of dozing off in

his arms. But men，even little men，did not kiss or hug;they

shook hands.

There were times much later when I would be going back to

college，times when I wanted so badly to hug him. But the

muscles wouldn‘t move with the emotion. I hugged my mother.

I shook hands with my father.

“It‘s not what a man says，but what he does that

counts，”he would say. Words and emotions were suspect. He

went to work every day，he protected me，he taught me right

from wrong，he made me tough in mind and spirit. It was our

bond. It was our barrier.

I‘ve tried not to repeat what I saw as my father’s mistake.

Matthew and I cuddle and kiss good-bye. This is the new

masculinity，and it‘s as common today as the old masculinity

of my father’s day. But，honestly，I don‘t believe that in the

end the new masculinity will prevent the growing-up conflicts

between fathers and sons. All I hope is that Matthew and I build

some repository of unconscious joy so that it will remain a lifeline

between us through the rough times ahead.

It was only after having a boy of my own that I began to think

a lot about the relationship between fathers and sons and to e–

and to understand– my own father with remarkable clarity.

If there is a universal complaint from men about their fathers，it is that their dads lacked patience. I remember one rainy day

when I was about six and my father was putting a new roof on

his mother‘s hou，a dangerous job when it’s dry，much

less wet. I wanted to help. He was impatient and said no. I made

a scene and got the only spanking I can recall. He had chuckled

at that memory many times over the years，but I never saw the

humor.

Only now that I‘ve struggled to find patience in mylf

when Matthew insists he help me paint the hou or saw down

dead trees in the back yard am I able to e that day through my

father’s eyes. Who‘d have guesd I’d be angry with my

father for 30 years，until I relived similar experiences with my

own son，who，I suppo，is angry now with me.

More surprisingly，contrary to my teen-age conviction that

I wasn‘t at all like my father，I have come to the greater

realization. I am very much like him. We share the same n of

humor，same stubbornness，same voice even. Although I

didn’t always e the similarities as desirable，I have grown

into them，come to like them.

My father，for instance，has this way of answering the

phone.“Hellll– o，”he says，putting a heavy accent on the first

syllable and snapping the“o”short. Call me today and you‘ll

hear“Hellll– o，”just like the old an. Every time I hear mylf

say it，I feel good.

This new empathy for my father has led me to a startling

insight：if I am still resolving my feelings about my father，then

when I was a boy my father was still resolving his feelings about

his father.

He raid me as a result of and as a reaction to his own dad，which links my son not only to me and my father，but to my

father‘s father and，I suspect，any number of Harrington

fathers before. I imagine that if the phone had rung as the first

Harrington stepped of the boat，he’d have answered by saying，“Hellll–o”。

For reasons to profound and too petty to tell，there was a

time years ago when my father and I didn‘t speak or e each

other. I finally gave up my stubbornness and visited unexpectedly.

For two days we talked，of everything and nothing. Neither

mentioned that we hadn’t en each other in five years.

I left as depresd as I‘ve ever been，knowing that

reconciliation was impossible. Two days later I got the only letter

my father ever nt me. I’m the writer，he‘s the milkman. But

the letter’s tone and cadence，its emotion and simplicity might

have been my own.

“I know that if I had it to do over again，”he wrote，“I

would somehow find more time to spend with you. It ems we

never realize this until it‘s too late.”

It turned out that as he had watched me walk out the door

after our visit– at the instant I was thinking we were hopelessly

lost to each other– he was telling himlf to stop me，to sit down

and talk，that if we didn‘t he might never e me again.“But I

just let you go，”he wrote.

I realized that his muscles just hadn‘t been able to move

with the emotion，which is all I ever really needed to know.

Not long ago，Matthew asked me，“sons can grow up to

be their daddies，right?”This was no small struggling for insight，and I was careful in my respon.“No，”I said，“sons can

grow up to be like their daddies in some ways，but they can‘t

be their daddies. They must be themlves.”Matthew would

hear nothing of the subtleties.

“Sons can grow up to be their daddies!”he said

defiantly.“They can.”I didn‘t argue. It made me feel good.

All morning I am anxious. Matthew and I are about to leave

Arizona for home，and I am determined to do something I have

never done.

There is a time in every son‘s life when he rents the

echoes reminding him that，for all his vaunted individuality，he

is his father’s son. But thee should also come a time– as it had

for me– when the echoes call out only the understanding that

the generations have melded and blurred without threat.

So just before my son and I walk through the gate and onto

our plane，I lean over，hug my father and say，“I want you to

know that I love you. That I always have.”

Walt Harrington