Épisodes 31
Mrs. McBroom and the Cloud Watcher
""But one thing is needful.""
Lire la suiteThe Night That Nothing Happened
It's a long shift that has no surgery.
Lire la suiteIn the Name of Love, a Small Corruption
A painstaking diagnosis.
Lire la suiteLegacy from a Stranger
How do you repay such a debt?
Lire la suiteGo Not Gently into the Night
""Brave in his burning pride.""
Lire la suiteBehold! They Walk an Ancient Road
To hell and gone.
Lire la suiteOf All Save Pain Bereft
Last straws.
Lire la suiteAnd Even Death Shall Die
The tautological imperative.
Lire la suiteThe Fireman Who Raised Rabbits
A gentle occupation.
Lire la suiteBetween Summer and Winter, the Glorious Season
""Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...""
Lire la suiteI Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's song—the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Gr
Lire la suitePack Up All My Cares and Woes
""Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me.""
Lire la suiteSaturday, Surgery and Stanley Shultz
A sabbath diversion.
Lire la suiteI'll Be Alright in the Morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
Lamentations
Lire la suiteA Cardinal Act of Mercy (1)
Dr. Casey tries to help a lawyer kick her morphine habit, but encounters resistance, lies and manipulation when she gets a guileless young man to smuggle dope into her hospital room. He is visiting his mother, who is in the hospital for treatment of injuries received in a beating. (Part 1 of 2)
Lire la suiteA Cardinal Act of Mercy (2)
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Use Neon for My Epitaph
The business has its allure.
Lire la suiteHe Thought He Saw an Albatross
He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said: ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said, ""Extinguishes all hope!""
Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's Song
Lire la suiteA Short Biographical Sketch of James Tuttle Peabody, M.D.
Although he's still an intern, Jimmy Peabody is raising funds to finance a medical clinic of his own, and one of the sources he's depending on is wealthy Adam Garrett, an elderly patient at County General.
Lire la suiteA Hundred More Pipers
The great rouse.
Lire la suiteSuffer the Little Children
""Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.""
Lire la suiteRigadoon for Three Pianos
An old dance.
Lire la suiteThe White Ones Are Dolphins
The ones that got away...
Lire la suiteWill Everyone Who Believes in Terry Dunne Please Applaud?
A circle of admirers.
Lire la suiteFor I Will Plait Thy Hair with Gold
A wandering minstrel, he, with some disfigurement.
Lire la suiteFather Was an Intern
The occupant and the resident.
Lire la suiteRage Against the Dying Light
""Do not go gentle into that good night."" (Dylan Thomas)
Lire la suiteLa Vie, La Vie Intérieure
The well-furnished habitation.
Lire la suiteMy Enemy is a Bright Green Sparrow
The Sparrow in the Zoo
No bars are set too close, no mesh too fine To keep me from the eagle and the lion, Whom keepers feed that I may freely dine. This goes to show that if you have the wit To be small, common, cute, and live on shit, Though the cage fret kings, you may make free with it.
Howard Nemerov
Lire la suiteLullaby for Billy Dignan
Homage to Millet's Angelus.
Lire la suiteHang No Hats on Dreams
Castles in Spain.
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