The ending simile in the passage is deeply suggestive of Perowne's reductionist views of crime, terrorism, and violence: that, at the end of the day, they are neurobiologically determined. How much time he has spent making routes to avoid these areas, like bad neighborhoods in an American city. So easy to damage, with such terrible, lifelong consequences. Behind it, running parallel, is the sensory strip. Just to the left of the midline, running laterally away out of sight under the bone, is the motor strip. He can easily convince himself that it's familiar territory, a kind of homeland, with its low hills and enfolded valleys of the sulci, each with a name and imputed function, as known to him as his own house. Looking down at a portion of Baxter's brain.
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