The team he was used to back in Bristol was run by a woman with all the charm and warmth of a walk-in freezer stuffed full with meat hung from the kind of hooks made famous by the film A Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She was cold, brutally so at times, and seemed to regard everyone, even God, Harry suspected, as beneath her. He wondered what he would be getting this time
I once read something about surgeons, who thought they are Gods, would you rather have someone operating on you who believed they were absolutely going to do it, that they are a God, or someone who maybe thought they’d manage to do it, hopefully…?……….
