"From Detroit, when I told her semi-coherently what little I knew about Paul's situation, she seemed glad to hear from me, was completely ready to step in and seemed to know all that was required. She, for starters, wasn't satisfied with the evaluation at Cornell. ("Cursory at best. This is much too serious.") These first-rate specialists only trust their own--their own nurses, techs, phlebotomists, scanners, pipettes, blood pressure cuffs, etc. Medicine, in most ways, is not a science
or an art, but a guildish freemasonry extending back to black mysteries and necromancy. I'm okay with it."
~~ from
Be Mine: A Frank Bascombe Novel by
Richard Ford
Published on February 03, 2024 18:17