Infection...is like the wind, it bloweth where it listeth. - Alexander Knox

Four beautiful maids
Were all in love with me.
They said that I could have but one
So I went off to sea.

Surgery is speed and decision. A good surgeon saves his trembling till after he's killed the patient when it can do him no harm.

He whispered steadily along in this pearly place, but though his steps were steady, a tension had seized him. It was a quivering, high-note vibration rather than a trembling. His flesh did not shake: inside his tightened skin he hummed, making no sound — a silent scream.