Acupuncturists love to say “Anger resides in the Liver.” This is, of course, utterly preposterous. It's not totally our fault; all the old books teach it that way, as if you can fold up a feeling in half like a napkin and tuck it into a pocket, or store an emotion away in one thumb and not the other. But it's silly, particularly on a week like this. And if you think there's no anger living in my heart, you haven't spent time with me at a buffet where there are children.