Sublime

inures

hallowed

of

From the earliest days of my medical career I’d held a deep, intuitive feeling, almost a sympathetic pain for patients whose illnesses made them unrecognizable, sometimes even to themselves. Perhaps because I’d experienced my own identity as fragile, my old fear of not having a handwriting, I saw myself in these patients.

averred.

Women, always the women. Thank goodness for the women.

even at one of the world’s great academic medical centers you can easily declare yourself an expert in a condition that no one else wants to deal with.

She loves feeling that every headway man tries to make

“Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa.”