Walking might conjure it, from an arrhythmic lub-dub of footsteps perhaps: the realisation, as poet Jane Draycott has it, “that you are here until you are suddenly not”. Afterwards, the world can seem different, seem as it is: teeming with death. “So many”, wrote T S Eliot, “I had not thought death had undone so many”. And their bodies, the bodies of the many—fraying slowly, acutely breaking, newly dead—are so often met by medicine. As John Berger tells us, doctors are “the familiar of death…the living intermediary between us and the multitudinous dead”.

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死亡

也许从心律失常的脚步声中可以想到走路：就像诗人简·德雷科特（Jane Draycott）所说的那样，意识到：“你在这里，直到你突然不在。” 事后，世界看起来似乎不同了：生死存亡。TS艾略特（TS Eliot）写道：“如此之多”，“我不认为死亡能消灭如此之多”。他们的身体，许多人的身体-缓慢地跳动，剧烈断裂，新近死亡，常常被药物所见。正如约翰·伯杰（John Berger）告诉我们的那样，医生是“死亡的熟悉者……我们与众多死者之间的活生生的中介”。