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I Very Much Was Inspired By Bill Bryson. He Does Cover Science, But More Often, It's A Mixture Of Science And Travel, And Whatever He Happens To Be Writing About - Shakespeare, Australia, The United Kingdom, Or When He Covers Science In 'a Short History Of Nearly Everything' - He Has An Incredible Ability To Be Both Entertaining And Enlightening.

My Books Are Not Really Books; Theyre Endless Chains Of Distraction Shoved Inside A Cover. Many Of Them Begin At The Search Box Of Pub Med, An Internet Database Of Medical Journal Articles.

It Would Be Especially Comforting To Believe That I Have The Answer To The Question, What Happens When We Die? Does The Light Just Go Out And That's That-the Million-year Nap? Or Will Some Part Of My Personality, My Me-ness, Persist? What Will That Feel Like? What Will I Do All Day? Is There A Place To Plug In My Laptop?

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.

All The Clothes In My Closet Are Oakland, California, Clothes. You Can't Wear Those Anywhere Else. The Barometric Pressure Drops And Then Where Are You?