MMJ

He was doing 'okonos'. The saxophone to close out 'dondante' was slowing his pulse. His extremities were cold. His hair was graying, which he was also growing a bit longer than professional to hid some mild recessions.

Something about these guys - mmj. He had read of this surgery where the cardio-thoracic surgeon had just lost a patient - a patient he loved. The chest cavity wide open and the surgeon exhausted with head in hands, it dark and silent in the OR and cool but brisk and sunny outside...a capital day to save a life (sic - Dost.). With nothing left to do, he attaches electrodes to the lifeless heart. The electrodes streaming sinusoidal waves equaling 'one big holiday' directly into the still organ. Less than a minute later, no lie (according to the story), presumably (and hopefully, for mysticism's sake) just when the waves transmit james screaming 'waking up, feeling good and limber'...the heart beats to life. The CT surgeon kisses his intern and thrusts his pelvis about the OR.