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Suddenly Vidal had a feeling he had met Doctor Cadelago before, or someone
else who invariably smiled when he was most disturbed — or perhaps it was only
in his dreams that he had met this person . . . They fell in line behind the doctor,
who appeared to be crushed by the weight of his responsibilities, and followed
him to the elevator. "This guy doesn't make any sense," Vidal whispered to Rey. "
How could he, when we know nothing about medicine? You have to realize that
"HERE is his room," said the doctor. Along both sides of the corridor ran a series
of little rooms, some with two beds, some with four, divided by white partitions.
Arevalo lifted his hand as they came in. That's a good sign, Vidal thought, and
then he noticed the broad welts running across Arevalo's face. The bed next to
his was empty. "What happened?" asked Rey. "I'm going to make my rounds,"
said the doctor. "Don't get him excited. It's all right to talk, but don't get him excited
." "I had a ...
Or had he really come because Rey had made a point of it, and was he giving
blood now because the doctor had asked him to? As Isidorito's lady psychiatrist
kept proving, there were an infinite number of explanations for everything. "
Afterwards may I go, doctor?" "I can't see any reason why not. It won't take long.
Just lie down quietly for a few minutes on this cot, and make yourself comfortable.
There's no hurry." "Somebody's waiting for me, doctor." "Congratulations. Not all
of us can ...
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A harrowing, chopping novella on the elderly and the young who abuse and kill them. Some dark humor, in this most depressing of stories. My knee started hurting suddenly because I was sitting on it funny - that scared me a lot more than usual because of this novel. Age and youth. Read full review