“The tumor cells, often stained a deep, twilight purple, recall a van Gogh nocturne.”
On December 18, 1927, James Parsons Burkitt, amateur ornithologist, fastened a small metal ring around the leg of a European Robin before she could fly away. The prognosis for a European Robin is not good; most will not live to see their first birthday. But those that do, those who survive the first winter migrations as far south as Spain, and the aggressive attacks from territorial male robins, often live long, healthy, perhaps even happy lives. James Parsons Burkitt found his robin nearly eleven years later, on July 14, 1938. It was a Thursday.
The Adventures of Tintin
The British Journal of Surgery
Starry Night Over the Rhone
It’s Not About the Bike
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