Medicine should be sweet, truth beautiful, and man has had this foolish habit since the days of Adam . . . though, indeed, perhaps it is all natural, and ought to be so. . . . There are many deceptions and delusions in nature that serve a purpose."
He set to work, but lazy, intimate thoughts still strayed through his mind for a good while. Overhead the piano could no longer be heard, but the inhabitant of the second story was still pacing from one end of the room to another.