Clifton R. Cleaveland, MD
The week had been tiring and discouraging—more long-term patients than usual had come to my office with illnesses for which I could do little but empathize and palliate. Aged men and women with fading intellects, emphysemic men slowly fading on continuous oxygen, a young woman with rapidly progressive motor neuron disease—I felt progressively stymied and ineffectual, longing for some more acute situation in which I could work toward a cure.
I sought respite at a weekend showing of the new movie version of Hamlet. The reviews had been enthusiastic, and I was prepared for a cinematic treat. Thirty minutes passed,
Cleaveland CR. CPR. Ann Intern Med. 1991;115:570–571. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-115-7-570
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