Medicine is my legal wife, literature my mistress. When I am bored with one I spend the night with the other. This is irregular but at least not monotonous and neither suffers from my infidelity. If I did not practice medicine, I could not devote my freedom of mind and my stray thoughts to literature.
Anton Chekov
The periodic, eclectic and sometimes eccentric, cerebral meanderings of an aspirant polymath.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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