“Nurses too became shell-shocked from the dying around them. Or from something as small as a letter. They would carry a severed arm down the hall, or swab at blood that never stopped, as if the wound were a well, and they began to believe in nothing, trusted nothing. They broke the way a man dismantling a mine broke the second his geography exploded. The way Hana broke in Santa Chiara hospital when an official walked down the space between a hundred beds and gave her a letter that told her of the death of her father.”
Michael Ondaatje, “The English Patient”, 1992.
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