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

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

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

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.