may not have been death's tracks at all -
they weren't
the common lesions - but every cell
is death now, those who love him must find
small res-
pite in "benign." "Benign" was more
or less what had been judged at law.
Hemo-
philiac, lover of blood. And blood
costs money , tainted blood
costs money
to recall. You can guess
what happens to market share once you let
the American
patents in, and screening tests ,
homegrown ones, were simply a matter
of time.
In
Paris it was already dark. And Justice
in its palace had retired for the night,
having found it com–
prehensible though dreadful of course
that ministers of health might have construed the national
interest
as requiring the transmission of incurable
disease. I think I said to Emma, when
she asked,
that something bad had happened in another
