"The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart."
- from T. S. Eliot, "East Coker"
Current Mood:pensive
Current Music:Wynton Marsalis, "I Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry"
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