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BMJ 2004;329:919 (16 October), doi:10.1136/bmj.329.7471.919-b
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EDITORWhen I was a lad, a visit to the general practitioner cost a guinea (Australian), the radio plays came from the BBC (using Australian actors assuming British accents), England was still Home, at least to the older generation, and my reading was all W E Johns and Frank Richards. During my studies, Davidson, Hutchinson, and Hamilton Bailey painted a world view of medicine (admittedly somewhat Dickensian), which I absorbed and which left me feeling that, somehow, I understood the British way.
I thought I knew a bit about the NHS too, but when I read Longley's lament over receiving some politeness and prompt treatment, I realised that I knew nothing.1 I was looking into the Heart of Whatness. This is the great British inscrutability. They are Frenchmen with whom we just happen to share a common language.
How, I wondered, can one put into words what the NHS
James F R Love, consultant physician
217 Wickham Terrace, Brisbane, Qld 4000, Australia jim.love@craigston.com.au