Another of those engravings I mentioned in the 'thought for the week' showed an apothecary bragging:
"I have a secret Art to cure
Every ill that men endure."
One of the customers in his packed shop accidentally brushed aside a curtain and was confused and alarmed to discover the skeleton figure of Death working in a back room as the apothecary's assistant, diligently grinding away at a mortar labelled 'SLOW POISON'.
That pretty much sums up my attitude to medicine.
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