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 (the bloodstained rubber bib, hanging on its hook). They are
life's gatekeepers. And why would anyone want to be that?

- Martin Amis, Time's Arrow, or the Nature of the Offense

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