The Pain Reliever

Silence is the sound the knife makes slitting the skin. Can you identify my weakness, a pricking sensation and numbness in one limb? Can you hold this tongue? Tell me, what is the function of meticulous courage. You are the most yourself when you are in the motion. One can be quick and too quick. I have a stomach too. It gets hungry. If I be of necessity opportunity, if there be the slightest chance of success, why have a mind, if? Does that scream in the night across the alley beg an answer? Are we crowning into the sludge of an injury and its repair? An elephant is larger and stronger than a horse; but it is not preferred as a beast of burden. Strength is a wee umbrella in the storm. This the friction sound heard in inspiration, expiration, or both. For convenience of description, blood is bright red and frothy. Have you earned the privilege of making mistakes? There really is no sex in science. The nomenclature lifts delicate subjects up from the plane in which language places them. Man has more strength, woman, more endurance. The hands and the instruments are the chief sources of danger. This fever. There is no subject on which so much has been written and so little known.