Eric Byrd’s Reviews > Primal Vision: Selected Prose & Poetry > Status Update

"I saw him before me with his instruments, his otoscope, his pincers, germ-free and nickel-plated - way behind him lay the Moorish epoch, the age of the herniotomists and lithotomists, the Galenic darkness, the mysticism of the mandrake. I envisioned his hospital, spick and span, a very different thing from the herb gardens and distilleries of the medieval urine watchers."