simply by Richard Selzer
One holds the knife together holds the bow of any cello or a tulip: by stem. Certainly not palmed nor gripped nor grasped, but lightly, while using tips from the fingers. Surgery is not for pressing. It is for pulling across the field of skin. Like a thin fish, that waits, on the ready, after that, go! This darts, accompanied by a fine awaken of reddish. The flesh parts, dropping away to yellow parcelle of excess fat. Even now, after so many times, I actually still miracle at its power--cold, gleaming, quiet. More, I am even now struck with a kind of fear that it is I actually in whose hand the blade trips, that me is their vehicle, that yet again this kind of terrible steel-bellied thing and I have conspired for a many unnatural purpose, the laying open from the body of your human being.
A stillness settles in my cardiovascular system and is transported to my hand. It is the quietude of handle layered more than fear. And it is this resolve that reduces us, my knife and me, further and deeper into the person beneath. Costly entry in to the body that may be nothing like a caress; nonetheless, it is among the gentlest of acts. Then simply stroke and stroke again, and we are joined simply by other musical instruments, hemostats and forceps, before the wound flowers with odd flowers in whose looped deals with fall towards the sides in steely mixture.
There is appear, the tight click of clamps fixing teeth in severed arteries, the snuffle and gargle of the suction machine cleaning the discipline of bloodstream for the next cerebrovascular accident, the litany of monosyllables with which a single prays his way straight down and in: grip, sponge, stitch, tie, lower. And there is color. The green of the cloth, the white with the sponges, the red and yellow from the body. Under the fat is situated the structures, the tough fibrous sheet encasing the muscles. It must be sliced and the red gound beef of the muscle tissues separated. Presently there are retractors to hold separate the wound. Hands maneuver together, part, weave. We could fully interested, like children absorbed in a game or maybe the craftsmen of some place just like Damascus....