Tag: Philosophy of Medicine
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Fracture of the Soul The Chronicles of Bopa Rai
“The bottle is my morphine. I am never drunk; only titrated. I keep an oxygen cylinder nearby. Why save this life? The liver is not the seat of anger. It is the archive of suppressed light. I swear it sounded like laughter. I looked up — and there he was, uncannily like Bopa Rai. He…