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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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in their smartest tea-gowns, dernière création
Worth, sent for me from their fashionable hotels
at the most awkward hours of the day and the
night, expecting me to “fix them up” for the
Bal Masqué de l’Opéra to-morrow. They did
not send for me twice and I was not surprised.

What a waste of time! thought I as I walked
home, dragging my tired legs along the burning
asphalt of the Boulevards under the dust-covered
chestnut-trees gasping with drooping leaves for
a breath of fresh air.

“I know what is the matter with you and me,”
said I to the chestnut-trees, “we need a change
of air, to get out of the atmosphere of the big
city. But how are we to get away from this
inferno, you with your aching roots imprisoned
under the asphalt and with that iron ring round
your feet, and I with all these rich Americans in
my waiting-room and lots of other patients in
their beds? And if I were to go away, who
would look after the monkeys in the Jardin des
Plantes? Who would cheer up the panting
Polar Bear, now that his worst time was about
to come? He won’t understand a single word
other kind people may say to him, he who only
understands Swedish! And what about Quartier
Montparnasse? Montparnasse! I shuddered as
the word flew through my brain, I saw the livid
face of a child in the dim light of a little
oil-lamp, I saw the blood oozing from the cut I had
just made in the child’s throat, and I heard the
cry of terror from the heart of the mother. What
would the Countess say? . . . The Countess!
No, there was decidedly something wrong with

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