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RFK Jr and the curious birth of ‘brainchild’

Dot Wordsworth
EXPLORE THE ISSUE 22 February 2025
issue 22 February 2025

‘No, RFK didn’t have a tapeworm eating his brain,’ declared my husband in the rare tone he adopts when he knows what he is talking about. I’d asked him as a doctor about something Robert F. Kennedy (last week sworn in as America’s health secretary) had said in 2012, according to a report in the New York Times last year. A problem experienced in 2010 was, he had said, ‘caused by a worm that got into my brain and ate a portion of it and then died’.

‘No, if it was cysticercosis,’ my husband insisted, ‘it would have been a larval form of the tapeworm forming a cyst in the brain. They don’t eat the brain.’

We’d reached this conversational backwater via Damian Thompson’s remarks in last week’s Spectator about the recording of Bach’s 371 chorale harmonisations on a Steinway piano – the brainchild of Nicolas Horvath. What a strange term it is. How, I wondered, is a brainchild delivered when it comes to term? My own brain turned to Alien and the creature bursting from John Hurt’s chest.

The first known use of brainchild was 1631. At the beginning of Ben Jonson’s play The New Inn, the landlord of the Light Heart boasts of the inn-sign of a feather outweighing a heart, as ‘A brayne-child o’mine owne!’.

The original brainchild must be Athena. Zeus, after lying with the goddess Metis, feared the power of any child she bore, and so swallowed her down. He developed a terrible headache, only relieved with a blow from a double-headed axe. Out jumped Athena, fully armed. So much for delivery. As for conception, Oliver Sacks, that imaginative neurologist, suggested that the musical ear-worm should really be a brain-worm, after it bores its way, ‘like an earwig, into the ear’.

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