Literature provided a rich account of human meaning; the brain, then, was the machinery that somehow enabled it. It seemed like magic.
— When Breath Becomes Air (Paul Kalanithi), Loc. 363–4
Literature provided a rich account of human meaning; the brain, then, was the machinery that somehow enabled it. It seemed like magic.
— When Breath Becomes Air (Paul Kalanithi), Loc. 363–4