Ben Casey Season 2
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Épisode guide de Ben Casey Saison 2
Castles in Spain.
Homage to Millet's Angelus.
The Sparrow in the Zoo No bars are set too close, no mesh too fine To keep me from the eagle and the lion, Whom keepers feed that I may freely dine. This goes to show that if you have the wit To be small, common, cute, and live on shit, Though the cage fret kings, you may make free with it. Howard Nemerov
The well-furnished habitation.
""Do not go gentle into that good night."" (Dylan Thomas)
The occupant and the resident.
A wandering minstrel, he, with some disfigurement.
A circle of admirers.
The ones that got away...
An old dance.
""Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.""
The great rouse.
Although he's still an intern, Jimmy Peabody is raising funds to finance a medical clinic of his own, and one of the sources he's depending on is wealthy Adam Garrett, an elderly patient at County General.
He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said: ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said, ""Extinguishes all hope!"" Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's Song
The business has its allure.
Dr. Casey tries to help a lawyer kick her morphine habit, but encounters resistance, lies and manipulation when she gets a guileless young man to smuggle dope into her hospital room. He is visiting his mother, who is in the hospital for treatment of injuries received in a beating. (Part 1 of 2)
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. Lamentations
A sabbath diversion.
""Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me.""
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's song—the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Gr
""Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...""
A gentle occupation.
The tautological imperative.
Last straws.
To hell and gone.
""Brave in his burning pride.""
How do you repay such a debt?
A painstaking diagnosis.
It's a long shift that has no surgery.
""But one thing is needful.""
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