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a large practice on the wealthy North side. Immaculately groomed, a fresh flower or two in his buttonhole, he made rounds at a dead run, arriving in each patients room flushed, tumultuous and handsomer than ever. He was not given to auscultation and precursion, or even to inspection and palpation, and no tongues had to be exhibited; rather, h e wove new worlds of blood chemistries now firmaments of sodium, potassium, thiocyanate, uric acid and non-protein nitrogen. Above all, cholesterol. He spoke eloquently and intimately of all these substances and how they should be higher or lower than they were, and what we would do to bring about the desired changes and the patients went home convinced that their doctor was a brilliant fellow, and able to discuss their potassium or their cholesterol ratings at the bridge table or in the locker room. There were other doctors who intimated that it was hard to say where Dr C stopped and the out and