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But why the pride in these doctor children (why not shame, why not incredulous dread?): intimates of bacilli and trichinae, of trauma and mortification, with their disgusting vocabulary and their disgusting furniture... they are life's gatekeepers. And why would anyone want to be that?
Now listen here, Colonel... Batguano, if that really is your name...
- - Group Captain Lionel Mandrake, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
When I was running about this town a very poor fellow, I was a great arguer for the advantages of poverty; but I was, at the same time, very sorry to be poor.
- - Dr. Samuel Johnson, from Life of Johnson
He could feel quite tangibly the difference in weight between the fragile human body and the colossus of the State. He could feel the State's bright eyes gazing into his face; any moment now the State would crash down on him; there would be a crack, a squeal — and he would be gone.
- - Vasily Grossman, Жизнь и Судьба (Life and Fate)
Despite being advised that hunger striking is detrimental to his health, the detainee refuses to eat. Restraints were ordered for medical necessity to facilitate feeding the detainee. There is no evidence that medications or a medical process is causing this detainee’s refusal to eat. Detainee does not have any medical condition/disability that would place him at greater risk during feeding using medical restraints. Detainee was told that he will remain in restraints until feed and postfeed observation time (60–120 minutes) is completed. Detainee understands that if he eats, that involuntary feeding in medical restraints will no longer be required.
- GITMO Dr. [REDACTED]
- - Pre-printed "medical officer note" stamped in the medical record of hunger-striking detainees at Guantanamo Bay, documenting physician authorization for involuntary force-feeding
Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair.
In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he not accustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it.
The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal," had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but certainly not as applied to himself. That Caius — man in the abstract — was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite, quite separate from all others. He had been little Vanya, with a mamma and a papa, with Mitya and Volodya, with the toys, a coachman and a nurse, afterwards with Katenka and will all the joys, griefs, and delights of childhood, boyhood, and youth. What did Caius know of the smell of that striped leather ball Vanya had been so fond of? Had Caius kissed his mother's hand like that, and did the silk of her dress rustle so for Caius? Had he rioted like that at school when the pastry was bad? Had Caius been in love like that? Could Caius preside at a session as he did? "Caius really was mortal, and it was right for him to die; but for me, little Vanya, Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions, it's altogether a different matter. It cannot be that I ought to die. That would be too terrible."
Such was his feeling.
