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Manson the Surgeon

Manson, the surgeon. I know of a famous neuro-surgeon who retired at 65 to write a book that made him more famous Now he is 72 and has cancer of the testicles, life in the fast lane has ended. In the night, he is visited by patients who died on his table or left in a vegetive state, this I think is caused by him performing surgery when he knew the outcome He tells the dead, he followed procedure, somehow this sounds like “Follow orders” is what the guilty of war crimes say. He worries about getting old and decrepit needing a nurse to wipe his bum, so undignified for a famous man. When he visits his hospital where he reigned supreme he is forgotten except for the relic of a porter who salutes him, he is glad for that. The newer generation sees him as an old man coming for his checkup and treats him with hurried nonchalance. Sic Gloria Mundi.

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