Dying we liveBMJ 2003; 326 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.326.7386.455/a (Published 22 February 2003) Cite this as: BMJ 2003;326:455
- Colin Douglas, doctor and novelist
On the stairs an evocative odour lingers. The anatomy department has gone but its lecture theatre remains: blackboard, dusty skylight, and tiered half-circle of fiercely uncomfortable benches exactly as they were. Even decades on there is a flicker of the bad-dream feeling of being trapped back in school, ignorant and accountable. The brachial plexus? The decussation of the pyramids? The foramen of Monro?
But someone has kindly removed the skeleton that stood sentinel on the hundreds of …