creating false teeth from someone else’s mouth. But I’m the only one capable of doing more. And most everyone wants more. And they’re willing to pay. Not every transposition I do is for vanity, my dear. This year alone I’ve done—let me see now—two livers, a uterus, and a lung. All to extend the lives of those who spend their time on art and literature and music and science. Taken from those condemned to suffer lives of misery and toil. Now, tell me, is that wrong?”
