I want to rush into the melee without a care and be hacked to death by random blades. I want to see whether you would shed tears because I bled and died for you.
Don't you want red roses? Find one. I want it as white as snow atop a mountain peak. Have someone hold it and stain it with my heart's blood; then it will be red enough.
The war is over, yet I cannot be happy. Do you know why? We were never people of the same world. I brought you into my fate, but you never brought me into yours. Our destinies never truly intertwined. You love plants more than you love me. In your eyes, my freedom is worth less than a potted plant.
London's Broad Street had a water pump standing on a pedestal engraved with an inscription. It was a memorial to Dr. Snow's 1856 discovery that the culprit behind the cholera outbreak in southern London was the water supply, rather than the miasma theory then prevalent in medical circles.
At the time, Dr. Snow entered the very heart of the cholera outbreak, searching for evidence that cholera was spread through water rather than merely analyzing data in tables.
This pump was nowhere near as tall as the July Column. It was about the size of a streetlamp, yet it was an important source of water on Broad Street.
Dr. Snow was an anesthetist. He investigated by knocking on doors one by one, where corpses lay everywhere, carefully questioning people about the deceased's symptoms and daily activities. In that slum, full of impoverished people with no infrastructure and inadequate sanitation, opening each door meant brushing past Death. After making a great many visits, he mapped the cases and discovered that cholera deaths were more