I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro’ quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal-sacks on the whiten’d floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air about the door Made misty with the floating meal.

Although the 1960's represented a time during which publications on neuroendoscopy were sparse, it was also a time when key technological advances were made, laying the groundwork for the future reinassance of neuroendoscopy.

“One marble hall, with staircase complete, one butler and three flunkeys to receive a retired sojer who dares to ring the bell. D'you know, old boy, I gave my bowler to the butler, whangee to one flunkey, gloves to another, and there was the fourth poor blighter looking like an orphan at a Mothers' Meeting. …"

There was a moment of ecchi for comic relief in the otherwise serious story.