“Next day, after lunch, I went to see "our" doctor, a friendly fellow whose perfect bedside manner and complete reliance on a few patented drugs adequately masked his ignorance of, and indifference to, medical science.”
“You need a good bedside manner with doctors or you will get nowhere.”
“I went to work the next day out of curiosity, as people return to their villages after the war to see what is left.”
“I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.”
“Even if the next few days aren't perfect, this moment is.”
“I never had problems with my fellow scientists. Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.”