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He was a legendary talker. At the end of a cocktail party, a crowd of people would sit rapt at TomkinsБЂ™s feet. Someone would say, БЂњOne more question!БЂ«and everyone would stay for another hour and a half as Tomkins held forth on, say, comic books, a television sitcom, the biology of emotion, his problem with Kant, and his enthusiasm for the latest fad dietsБЂ”all enfolded into one extended riff. During the Depression, in the midst of his doctoral studies at Harvard, he worked as a handicapper for a horse-racing syndicate and was so successful that he lived lavishly on ManhattanБЂ™s Upper East Side. At the track, where he sat in the stands for hours staring at the horses through binoculars, he was known as БЂњthe professor.БЂ«БЂњHe had a system for predicting how a horse would do, based on what horse was on either side of him, based on their emotional relationship,БЂ«Ekman remembers. If a male horse, for instance, had lost to a mare in his first or second year, he would be ruined if he went to the gate with a mare next to him in the lineup. (Or something like thatБЂ”no one really knew for certain.) Tomkins believed that facesБЂ”even the faces of horsesБЂ”held valuable clues to inner emotions and motivations ...»