After reading Noonan’s essay I think to some degree it is true, but whether or not that matters in the end I’m not sure. If I'm on the table do I care whether or not the surgeon knows my middle name or what my favorite color is? No, I want him to be the best surgeon in the world and save my life. As we learned at the end of the New Yorker profile, Soup, “He’s downright rude...even abusive. But you can’t deny it, his soup is the best.” And so it goes with surgeons, his hands are the best, and in the end that's all that
After reading Noonan’s essay I think to some degree it is true, but whether or not that matters in the end I’m not sure. If I'm on the table do I care whether or not the surgeon knows my middle name or what my favorite color is? No, I want him to be the best surgeon in the world and save my life. As we learned at the end of the New Yorker profile, Soup, “He’s downright rude...even abusive. But you can’t deny it, his soup is the best.” And so it goes with surgeons, his hands are the best, and in the end that's all that