Stella Stevens incarnant
Épisodes 153
To the Pure
Dr. Ben Casey is at odds with the medical board, particularly Dr. Zorba and Dr. Jensen, because of his manner toward interns. Under a reprimand, Casey tries to persuade the board to approve neurosurgery on nine-year-old Pete Salazar.
After the first of three operations on the boy, Casey is accidentally jabbed with a needle while administering a rabies test to a female patient. During his thirty-day wait for a life-or-death prognosis, he is given permission to resume the surgery.
Lire la suiteBut Linda Only Smiled
Little Cathy Reed is brought to the hospital for emergency treatment after an auto accident. Casey prepares a blood transfusion, but her mother won't consent.
Lire la suiteThe Insolent Heart
Dr. Michael Waldman, a former professor of Casey's and a former colleague of Zorba's, comes to the hospital with a cardiovascular ailment diagnosed as fatal. Casey and Zorba want to try a new surgery on him, but the medical board is opposed.
Lire la suiteI Remember a Lemon Tree
Dr. Karl Anders is a brilliant surgeon, and Zorba wants to keep him on at the hospital. But Anders is concerned with illnesses of his own—he's addicted to morphine, and suffers from leukemia.
Lire la suiteAn Expensive Glass of Water
Casey has Walter Tyson for a patient, the president of a large corporation in difficulties, who makes treatment impossible by ordering him about. Zorba and Dr. Jensen try to dissuade him from withdrawing, because his patient is a big donor to the hospital.
Lire la suiteThe Sound of Laughter
Tony Romano, a struggling nightclub comic, suffers a cranial seizure. Dr. Casey operates, but Tony is left a paraplegic.
Lire la suiteA Few Brief Lines for Dave
Dr. Dave Taylor returns to the hospital to do research, but Dr. Casey diagnoses him as a ""hospital bum"" afraid of competition, and also treats a woman's hypochondria.
Lire la suitePavane for a Gentle Lady
By degrees to the bare facts.
Lire la suiteMy Good Friend Krikor
Orderly Nick Kanavaris' good friend Krikor Dakopian is committed by his family to the psychiatric ward. Dr. Casey, however, thinks the ailment is likely to be responsive to neurosurgery.
Lire la suiteThe Sweet Kiss of Madness
Dr. Alan Reynolds' mental state is not improved by constant pressure from his wife to be a successful neurosurgeon. The strain increases when he treats an abused 10-year-old boy. Dr. Casey forestalls an unnecessary operation, and tries to persuade Dr. Reynolds to receive treatment.
Lire la suiteA Certain Time, a Certain Darkness
Expectant mother Ellen Parker loses her child after an auto accident. Casey examines her and finds that she is subject to chronic seizures, and these, not the accident, are responsible for the loss of her baby.
Lire la suiteA Dark Night for Billy Harris
Dr. Casey operates on Billy Harris, a holdup man shot and paralyzed, but he's also concerned about the policeman, who may have been too keen and might be mentally hampered.
Lire la suiteAnd If I Die
""The faith that looks through death."" (Wordsworth)
Lire la suiteA Memory of Candy Stripes
Recollections.
Lire la suiteImagine a Long, Bright Corridor
A clean, well-lighted place.
Lire la suiteA Story to Be Softly Told
Between you, me and the nurse's station.
Lire la suiteThe Big Trouble with Charlie
He's not quite himself, or is he?
Lire la suiteGive My Hands an Epitaph
Post-scriptum to a surgeon's operating life.
Lire la suiteVictory Wears a Cruel Smile
From another point of view.
Lire la suiteOdyssey of a Proud Suitcase
A piece of baggage.
Lire la suiteBehold a Pale Horse
""And his name that sat on him was Death.""
Lire la suiteFor the Ladybug, One Dozen Roses
A decorated aviator with an alias goes into surgery.
Lire la suiteTo a Grand and Natural Finale
A consummation devoutly to be wished.
Lire la suiteMonument to an Aged Hunter
Souvenirs and trophies.
Lire la suiteAll the Clocks are Ticking
As time goes by.
Lire la suiteAmong Others a Girl Named Abilene
A Texas rose.
Lire la suiteA Pleasant Thing for the Eyes
A vision of loveliness.
Lire la suiteAnd Eve Wore a Veil of Tears
Sorrow and pity.
Lire la suitePreferably, the Less-Used Arm
Might and main.
Lire la suiteAn Uncommonly Innocent Killing
Qualifications for the deed.
Lire la suiteSo Oft It Chances in Particular Men
So oft it chances in particular men That (for some vicious mole of nature in them, As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners—that (these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star) Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault. The dram of evil Doth all the noble substance of a doubt, To his own scandal.
Hamlet
Lire la suiteWhen You See an Evil Man
The patient and the ill.
Lire la suiteMrs. McBroom and the Cloud Watcher
""But one thing is needful.""
Lire la suiteThe Night That Nothing Happened
It's a long shift that has no surgery.
Lire la suiteIn the Name of Love, a Small Corruption
A painstaking diagnosis.
Lire la suiteLegacy from a Stranger
How do you repay such a debt?
Lire la suiteGo Not Gently into the Night
""Brave in his burning pride.""
Lire la suiteBehold! They Walk an Ancient Road
To hell and gone.
Lire la suiteOf All Save Pain Bereft
Last straws.
Lire la suiteAnd Even Death Shall Die
The tautological imperative.
Lire la suiteThe Fireman Who Raised Rabbits
A gentle occupation.
Lire la suiteBetween Summer and Winter, the Glorious Season
""Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...""
Lire la suiteI Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's song—the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Gr
Lire la suitePack Up All My Cares and Woes
""Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me.""
Lire la suiteSaturday, Surgery and Stanley Shultz
A sabbath diversion.
Lire la suiteI'll Be Alright in the Morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
Lamentations
Lire la suiteA Cardinal Act of Mercy (1)
Dr. Casey tries to help a lawyer kick her morphine habit, but encounters resistance, lies and manipulation when she gets a guileless young man to smuggle dope into her hospital room. He is visiting his mother, who is in the hospital for treatment of injuries received in a beating. (Part 1 of 2)
Lire la suiteA Cardinal Act of Mercy (2)
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Use Neon for My Epitaph
The business has its allure.
Lire la suiteHe Thought He Saw an Albatross
He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said: ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said, ""Extinguishes all hope!""
Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's Song
Lire la suiteA Short Biographical Sketch of James Tuttle Peabody, M.D.
Although he's still an intern, Jimmy Peabody is raising funds to finance a medical clinic of his own, and one of the sources he's depending on is wealthy Adam Garrett, an elderly patient at County General.
Lire la suiteA Hundred More Pipers
The great rouse.
Lire la suiteSuffer the Little Children
""Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.""
Lire la suiteRigadoon for Three Pianos
An old dance.
Lire la suiteThe White Ones Are Dolphins
The ones that got away...
Lire la suiteWill Everyone Who Believes in Terry Dunne Please Applaud?
A circle of admirers.
Lire la suiteFor I Will Plait Thy Hair with Gold
A wandering minstrel, he, with some disfigurement.
Lire la suiteFather Was an Intern
The occupant and the resident.
Lire la suiteRage Against the Dying Light
""Do not go gentle into that good night."" (Dylan Thomas)
Lire la suiteLa Vie, La Vie Intérieure
The well-furnished habitation.
Lire la suiteMy Enemy is a Bright Green Sparrow
The Sparrow in the Zoo
No bars are set too close, no mesh too fine To keep me from the eagle and the lion, Whom keepers feed that I may freely dine. This goes to show that if you have the wit To be small, common, cute, and live on shit, Though the cage fret kings, you may make free with it.
Howard Nemerov
Lire la suiteLullaby for Billy Dignan
Homage to Millet's Angelus.
Lire la suiteHang No Hats on Dreams
Castles in Spain.
Lire la suiteFor This Relief, Much Thanks
A father assaults his son over a youthful fascination with Nazism.
Lire la suiteJustice to a Microbe
The long arm of the law of nature.
Lire la suiteWith the Rich and Mighty, Always a Little Patience
""That's an old Spanish proverb.""
Lire la suiteAllie
A character out of the movies.
Lire la suiteIf There Were Dreams to Sell
If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, Until I die. Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This best would heal my ill, This would I buy.
Lire la suiteThe Echo of a Silent Cheer (1)
""Unfelt, unheard, unseen..."" (Keats)
Lire la suiteThe Echo of a Silent Cheer (2)
""Love doth know no fullness nor no bounds."" (Keats)
Lire la suiteLittle Drops of Water, Little Grains of Sand
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
So the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity.
So the little errors Lead the soul away From the paths of virtue Far in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Help to make earth happy, Like the Heaven above.
Julia A. F. Carney, ""Little Things""
Lire la suiteLight Up the Dark Corners
Fear of the unknown.
Lire la suiteSix Impossible Things Before Breakfast
Alice laughed. ""There's no use trying,"" she said: ""one CAN'T believe impossible things.""
""I daresay you haven't had much practice,"" said the Queen. ""When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.""
Lewis Carroll. Through the Looking Glass
Lire la suiteFire in a Sacred Fruit Tree
""A fence around the void.""—Hawaiian saying
Lire la suiteDispel the Black Cyclone That Shakes the Throne
The title is reportedly the command of King Admetos in Gluck's Alceste.
Lire la suiteMy Love, My Love
Irreducible affinities.
Lire la suiteFrom Too Much Love of Living
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Swinburne, ""The Garden of Proserpine""
Lire la suiteIt Is Getting Dark... and We Are Lost
The indeterminate.
Lire la suiteThe Last Splintered Spoke on the Old Burlesque Wheel
Those caissons go rolling along.
Lire la suiteThe Light that Loses, the Night that Wins
Dr. Ernest Farrow, a once brilliant neurosurgeon, is sent to County General for a refresher course. Learning that Farrow is paralyzed by self-doubt and recurring nightmares from the death of a patient, Casey attempts to assuage his colleague's fears and coax him back into the operating room.
Lire la suiteI'll Get on My Ice Floe and Wave Goodbye
A chip off the old block.
Lire la suiteThe Only Place Where They Know My Name
The imponderables of personality.
Lire la suiteThere Was Once a Man in the Land of Uz
... whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil.
Lire la suiteOne Nation Indivisible
Rare blood demands a coast-to-coast search.
Lire la suiteGoodbye to Blue Elephants and Such
Figments.
Lire la suiteThe Bark of a Three-Headed Hound
MRS. MALAPROP: You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?
Sheridan, The Rivals
Lire la suiteThe Sound of One Hand Clapping
Life and the ""stinking fist"".
Lire la suiteA Falcon's Eye, a Lion's Heart, and a Girl's Hand
Rx for a medico.
Lire la suiteThe Lonely Ones
Isolation.
Lire la suiteKeep Out of Reach of Adults
Wise in their own conceits.
Lire la suiteDress My Doll Pretty
A peculiar treatment plan.
Lire la suiteOnions and Mustard Seed Will Make Her Weep
The seed of Mustard is the smallest grain, And yet the force thereto is very great, It hath a present power to purge the brain, It adds unto the stomach force and heat: All poison it expels, and it is plain, With sugar 'tis a passing sauce for meat. She that hath hap a husband bad to bury, And is therefore in heart not sad, but merry, Yet if in show good manners she will keep, Onions and Mustard-seed will make her weep.
The Englishmans Doctor. Or, The School of Salerne, Or, Physical observations for the perfect Preserving of the body of Man in continual health
Sir John Harington, 1608
Lire la suiteMake Me the First American
An original.
Lire la suiteHeap Logs and Let the Blaze Laugh Out
The good-humored M.D.s.
Lire la suiteFor a Just Man Falleth Seven Times
...and riseth up again.
Lire la suiteEvidence of Things Not Seen
The substance of things hoped for.
Lire la suiteAugust is the Month Before Christmas
It being reckoned that Jesus was actually born in September.
Lire la suiteA Bird in the Solitude Singing
From the wreck of my past, which hath perish'd, Thus much I at least may recall, It hath taught me that which I most cherish'd Deserved to be dearest of all: In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Lord Byron
Lire la suiteBut Who Shall Beat the Drums?
""There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?"" (Charles Lamb)
Lire la suiteAutumn Without Red Leaves
""The summer is over...""
Lire la suiteYou Fish or You Cut Bait
The proverb put to the test.
Lire la suiteFor Jimmy, the Best of Everything
The power of personality.
Lire la suiteWoods Full of Question Marks
The punctuated forest. Autism and deafness in children.
Lire la suiteA Thousand Words are Mute
A picture is most eloquent.
Lire la suiteMoney, a Horse, and a Knowledge of Latin
The classical Rx, yet Dr. Swanson fails to inspire respect.
Lire la suiteA Disease of the Heart Called Love
L'amour et la mort.
Lire la suiteKill the Dream, but Spare the Dreamer
The Freudian prescription.
Lire la suiteCourage at 3 A.M.
""As to moral courage, he [Napoleon] had very rarely found it, he said, that of two hours past midnight; which is to say, courage unawares.""
Lire la suiteThis Wild, Wild, Wild Waltzing World
The whirligig of 3/4 time.
Lire la suiteA Boy is Standing Outside the Door
The threshold of knowledge.
Lire la suiteWhere Does the Boomerang Go?
The parabolic return. A scientist from Australia on his last legs.
Lire la suitePas de Deux
A romantic ballet.
Lire la suiteEvery Other Minute, It's the End of the World
Working in the hospital milieu.
Lire la suiteA Rambling Discourse on Egyptian Water Clocks
Cleopatra and the clepsydra.
Lire la suiteWhen I am Grown to Man's Estate
Looking Forward
When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Lire la suiteA Man, a Maid, and a Marionette
Various strings and attachments.
Lire la suiteA Dipperful of Water from a Poisoned Well
Shadow and substance.
Lire la suiteA Little Fun to Match the Sorrow
Dr. Green practices the best medicine, but Dr. Zorba and Dr. Casey are rather saturnine on his manner.
Lire la suiteMinus That Rusty Old Hacksaw
Modern medicine.
Lire la suiteEulogy in Four Flats
The key of mourning.
Lire la suiteThree Li'l Lambs
""To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure."" (George Herbert)
Lire la suiteA Slave is On the Throne
Gen. 41:41
Lire la suiteJourneys End in Lovers Meeting
Euthanasia.
""Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.""—Twelfth Night
Lire la suiteThe Day They Stole County General
A change of management.
Lire la suiteDid Your Mother Come From Ireland, Ben Casey?
A son of the auld sod.
Lire la suiteFrom Sutter's Crick...and Beyond Farewell
A memorable rapprochement.
Lire la suiteA Horse Named Stravinsky
A mount with a legendary moniker.
Lire la suiteWar of Nerves
The surgeon's secret.
Lire la suiteO the Big Wheel Turns by Faith
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A Nightingale Named Nathan
""Were I a nightingale, I would act like one."" (Epictetus)
Lire la suiteRun For Your Lives, Dr. Galanos Practices Here
Le Médecin Malgré Lui
Lire la suiteBecause of the Needle, the Haystack was Lost
A proverb of great pith.
Lire la suiteWhat to Her is Plato?
An academic debate.
Lire la suiteFrancini? Who is Francini?
Introduction and variations.
Lire la suiteThen I, and You, and All of Us Fall Down
Rules of the game.
Lire la suiteNo More, Cried the Rooster—There Will Be Truth
A lifetime of hard work seems undesirable for an intern.
Lire la suiteThe Importance of Being 65937
When Givers Prove Unkind
Rich gifts wax poor, to the noble mind.
Lire la suiteThe Man from Quasilia
Another county heard from.
Lire la suiteWhy Did the Day Go Backwards?
To see the night before.
Lire la suiteIf You Really Want to Know What Goes On In a Hospital...
""Like a patient etherized upon a table.""
Lire la suiteIf You Play Your Cards Right, You Too Can Be a Loser
""Tell the truth or trump—but get the trick."" (Twain)
Lire la suiteIn Case of Emergency, Cry Havoc
""And let slip the dogs of war.""
Lire la suiteFor San Diego, You Need a Different Bus
You can get there from here.
Lire la suiteMeantime, We Shall Express our Darker Purpose
Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthen'd crawl toward death.
King Lear
Lire la suiteSmile, Baby, Smile, It's Only Twenty Dols of Pain
The agony and the estimate: trigeminal neuralgia, the tic douloureux.
Lire la suiteFun and Games and Other Tragic Things
Whistling in the dark.
Lire la suiteWeave Nets To Catch The Wind
Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites; Sweetest breath, and clearest eye, Like perfumes go out and die; And consequently this is done, As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things, To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind. O you have wrought a miracle, and melted A heart of adamant: you have compris'd In this dumb pageant, a right excellent form Of penitence.
John Webster, The Devil's Law-Case
Lire la suiteLullaby for a Wind-Up Toy
The unmoved mover.
Lire la suiteWhere Did All the Roses Go?
""No gardener has died within rosaceous memory."" (Beckett)
Lire la suiteTwenty-Six Ways to Spell Heartbreak, A, B, C, D ...
You pays your money and you takes your choice.
Lire la suitePull The Wool Over Your Eyes, Here Comes The Cold Wind Of Truth
Self-diagnosis.
Lire la suiteThen, Suddenly, Panic
""Fear in a handful of dust."" (Eliot)
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