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...good sense of timing is the primary mark of a good doctor. How long can the fever stay this high before we hospitalize? Should we use a few more days of antibiotics? When do you tell the woman in labor to come in to the hospital? Tell the aging man it's time for his knee replacement? The family it's time for a hospice? Scarcely any time is spent on questions like these in a medical education and if I were to say, "ok, I'll fix that" I don't know where I would begin, how I would...
...That was the reason Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz jumped so aggressively down the throat of General Eric Shinseki when the latter suggested to Congress that the occupation mission would require a "few hundred thousand" troops. It wasn't that Wolfowitz was seized by some Rumsfeldian "new-generation warfare" fever; he was simply determined to eliminate any political obstacle to the invasion...
After the fever-pitch intensity of this “discussion,” you might feel overwhelmed. As time passes, and you’re able to understand what’s just taken place, you will start to feel annoyed and angry. But don’t worry. You’re at Harvard—your intelligence has already been validated. It’s only a matter of time before you see the light, and before you, too, become a liberal...
Chast's cartoons are like entire novels compressed into 4-in. by 3-in. rectangles. One consists of four panels showing ordinary people just reading, sewing, cleaning. The title: "Tuesday Night Fever." It's Madame Bovary writ small. Then there's the one showing the front window of an "Adult Book Shoppe," which displays such salacious titles as Making a Will and What Is a Mortgage...
Waddah was still weak from a fever and barely able to stand when a guard relayed the good news: he was going home. He was hooded, bundled into the trunk of a car and driven around for an hour. This time there were no stops and no changing of vehicles. The hood was removed, the plastic bounds cut. "This is it," said one of the men, thrusting something into the breast pocket of his dishdasha and pulling him out of the trunk. "Thank God for your freedom." The car sped away before Waddah could get to his feet. He found...