Ye floods, ye woods, ye echoes, moan / My dear Columbo, dead and gone.

The audience snickered, and Nan saw the startled flash of pain in his sunken eyes. His long fingers closed convulsively as he nerved himself to face them, and then, with a gulp of nervousness he began his monologue of ancient conundrums and jokes, not too skilfully revamped.

[…] all the books of all the critics dull in us that thunder clap of conviction […]

Those three pioneering pathologists went on to become leaders in building the pathology departments at several universities.