Épisodes 26
War 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 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 suiteFor San Diego, You Need a Different Bus
You can get there from here.
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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