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truth or science and all I'm interested in is that my husband is dead. But I'll sign your permit because of your devoted attention to him - I can't blame you for not being able to save him."

Aside from the definite examples and instructions offered during the internship years, there were many happenings which never passed over the order book and were perhaps never codified on the patients' charts: restlessness at the end of the day when checker boards were being put away by the ambulatory, backs were being rubbed with alcohol and surgical dressings changed; wakefulness, premonitions, and the noisy breathing from the neighboring beds. Solitary first encounters with death in the darkness of the night. I was wakened one night by the floor nurse on Third West. "I'm sorry to call you, Doctor, but something seems to have happened to Bed Three in the men's ward and I'll have to ask you to come down."