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Story: Drawn Up From Deep Places
I will, sir. Are we—is it ready?
FATHER
Of course. Are you?
JACK
. . . Certainly.
His FATHER snorts and throws back a sheet, revealing the corpse they are about to dissect.
FATHER
Let’s begin, then.
JACK
(After a pause)
That’s a woman.
FATHER
How astute.
(Impatient)
It was a woman, yes. Now it is merely a subject, the same as
any other you’ve dissected thus far.
JACK
Mother would have disagreed.
FATHER
Your mother is dead.
JACK
So I recall.
(Turns to go)
Goodbye, sir.
FATHER
Stop where you are.
JACK does. His FATHER CROSSES to him.
FATHER
I must admit I don’t entirely understand such squeamishness;
how can one possibly expect to operate on a live patient, if one
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