Male friendship -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
“But bacilli--the trouble makers!” pleaded Mr. Daindrie.
“Harmless to the properly ordered organism. Immune to anything so
isolated as the effect of drugs. We are subject to germ diseases, I am
sure, because we are not masters of our independence of them. I am sure
that some day it will seem as absurd to introduce drugs into our systems
in order to kill bugs, as it would be now to say prayers in order to
drive out devils.”
“But the devils don’t exist!”
“I’m not so sure of that. The instruments don’t exist--as they do for
bacilli--for seeing devils.”
Mr. Daindrie was dazed by what seemed the man’s veering from pure
science to superstition.
“You’re a bacteriologist!” exclaimed Miss Daindrie, sensing her father’s
state.
“I am working to find out what disordered conditions of our tissues and
organs give the bacteria their chance--the pernicious ones. Or rather
what conditions develop the pernicious ones, for that is essentially
what our bodies have done. I am interested in nothing else.”
Helen felt there was no answer: Doctor Westerling was interested in no
answer. She kept silent.
“Well, we do need doctors,” contributed Mrs. Daindrie. “Fortunately, not
all doctors refuse to help the world, like you, Doctor Westerling.”
A faint sneer crept over the young man’s features. It covered a hurt.
David alone saw the hurt. Mr. Daindrie answered the sneer.
“Yes,” he said, “we must get on with the drugs, while you have yet to
prove we can get on without them.”
“Don’t you believe in any of our curative or preventive service?” asked
Helen Daindrie.
“Honestly, it is all nonsense.”
“All of it?” She was withdrawing. But Westerling had a truth and he must
pursue it first.
“I am sure modern practice has done more harm than good. Operations
clean up appendicitis. We know that. What we scarcely guess, is how many
nervous systems, kinetic systems, circulatory systems are wrecked by
successful operations.”
“I had always thought the American surgeons were great scientists.”
“They are great virtuosi,” declared Westerling.
“Yes, but----”
“----virtuosi should practice on pianos.”
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