ALL THE NURSING IN THE WORLD fellow citizens I speak to you of health there is an epidemic of alterations in loving each other we are dying of each other a cancer in how I look at you straight from the infection of the moment we race to the illness of the ages in their enclosure of remedy hundreds of the sick made of cotton made of glass could become instruments of healing to the hundreds of other sick thus the course of a fever like the course of a river could drain a polluted continent into an ocean of health the point of surgery therefore is the being made to sleep and what the heart sees when no longer hidden behind the chest's strong bars bathe me! I will bathe you! apply ointments! give and receive help with standing! a strong broth comes up from the kitchen and we lie back to await it