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last few years. It would be too long a story for this morning. I was thinking of it as you were talking about your Miss Effie, the story is a very touching one and for me it carries a special eloquence. You mention that from your bed - and you must have squared many hours of suffering, loneliness and physical pain - you overheard the house staff in their lab, saying that they didn't know what to do for you. And then that the old colored nurse or aide, or whatever she was, came in and said to them, "Give this man to me and I'll carry him through," and they, whether from ignorance or indifference, were willing to acknowledge their limitations and appoint Miss Effie as your doctor. And from the moment she touched you, you could feel the magic of her perceptions. Your doubts must have melted away, as you wouldn't remember it all so vividly, and with her help you chose life and not death, and you began to get well. That seems to me an almost scriptural illustration of a true healing and of the basic insufficiency of what I suppose could be called collective, or organizational medicine. And here is one of the terrible things that has happened in contemporary medicine: practice by a [??] as a group, publicly justified and defended as being the modern mode. But I can't agree that this is describable. The patient can be made to accept the precepts of a group, he can be intimidated by a group, a group is a wonderful solution when it is functioning, forming as a surgical team. There each member is highly trained to vet in obedience to the leadership of the chief surgeon, and it is beautiful to see the absorption of the assistants and of the surgical wives to the requirements of that chief surgeon. A invention I sued to be fascinated by the accuracy of their techniques in the operating room, the skill and resourcefulness of the scrubbed nurse, even that little clap of the limo stat as she delivered the instrument into the gloved palms. But in this acute moment I came to learn that a group or an organization can become an excuse for insufficiency, for indifference or even for mischievous officiousness. A group always [??]