sn't want him or he wouldn't look well in it. He wants to
have the same tailor, the same grocer, smoke the same brand of cigars
and go to the same summer resort as the other fellow. They even want to
look alike. God! And then when they're just like every one else, they
think they're somebody. They haven't a single idea outside their line,
and yet because they've made money they want to tell other people how
to live and think. Imagine a rich butcher or cloak-maker, or any one
else, presuming to tell me how to think or live!"

He stared about him as though he saw many exemplifications of his
picture present. And it was always interesting to see how those whom his
description really did fit look as though he could not possibly be
referring to them.

Of all types or professions that came here, I think he disliked doctors
most. The reason was of course that the work they did or were about to
do in the world bordered on that which he was trying to accomplish, and
the chances were that they sniffed at or at least critically examined
what he was doing with an eye to finding its weak spots. In many cases
no doubt he fancied that they were there to study and copy his methods
and ideas, without having the decency later on to attribute their
knowledge to him. It was short shrift for any one of them with ideas or
"notions" unfriendly to him advanced in his presence. For a little while
during my stay there was a smooth-faced, rather solid physically and
decidedly self-opinionated mentally, doctor who ate at the same small
table as I and who was never tired of airing his views, medical and
otherwise. He confided to me rather loftily that there was, to be sure,
something to Culhane's views and methods but that they were
"over-emphasized here, over-emphasized." Still, one could over-emphasize
the value of drugs too. As for himself he had decided to achieve a happy
medium if possible, and for this reason (for one) he had come here to
study Culhane.

As for Culhane, in spite of the young doctor's condescension and
understanding, or perhaps better yet because of it, he thoroughly
disliked, barely tolerated, him, and was never tired of commenting on
little dancing medics with their "pill cases" and easily acquired book
knowledge, boasting of their supposed learning "which somebody else had
paid for," as he once said--their fathers, of course. And when they were
sick, some of them at least, they had to come out here to him, or they
came t