There is no Combat! blog today, because my valiant girlfriend has been laid low by oral surgery. She has had her wisdom teeth chiseled out of her jawbone, and she requires mostly Vicodin but also my help. While I make like Florence Nightingale, how about you read this fine essay from Bookforum about the problem of the psychopath—both in society and in diagnosis. We’ll be back tomorrow with a fun Indy column and less swollen loved ones.