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I Very Much Was Inspired By Bill Bryson. He Does Cover Science, But More Often, It's A Mixture Of Science And Travel, And Whatever He Happens To Be Writing About - Shakespeare, Australia, The United Kingdom, Or When He Covers Science In 'a Short History Of Nearly Everything' - He Has An Incredible Ability To Be Both Entertaining And Enlightening.

The Simplest Strategy For Bouts Of Noxious Flatus Is To Not Care. Or Perhaps To Take Advantage Of A Gastroenterologist I Know: Get A Dog. (to Blame.)

Sharing A Room With A Cadaver Is Only Mildly Different From Being In A Room Alone. They Are The Same Sort Of Company As People Across From You On Subways Or In Airport Lounges, There But Not There. Your Eyes Keep Going Back To Them, For Lack Of Anything More Interesting To Look At, And Then You Feel Bad For Staring.

In 'packing For Mars,' I Tried To Convey The Importance Of Getting Young People Interested In Science.

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.