CARL SPIVACK, M.D.
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Clara was so elderly—she was so much an antique thing—that she could not state her age with certainty. "I am eighty. Yes eighty," she said to herself as She sat in a hall chair. "Eighty years lie behind me. Life, an immeasurable corridor of experience and chante, lies behind me. I, a creature of eighty, bent over and worn, continue along the corridor of life." The decades had not impaired Clara's perceptions or the clarity of her mind. The poorly attired, white-haired creature of eighty, seated in the corridor, whom some might think a victim of age and its impoverishment,
CARL SPIVACK. Clara. Ann Intern Med. 1980;92:432. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-92-3-432
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Published: Ann Intern Med. 1980;92(3):432.
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