"Considering I was already in hospital and rather weak when the fever swept through, I imagine proper sanitation would have done much to prevent a great deal of death."

Distantly, he wants a cigarette, to help him think. Damn these no smoking signs everywhere. Still, the lives that could have been saved -- Mary, perhaps, but that's a painful track to start along.

"You mentioned this... DSM. A guidebook to all the illnesses that might befall a man's mind, as another book might outline how to treat conditions of the body? Now, that is a fascinating concept. To cure or treat someone rather than lock him away as something his family should be ashamed of. And you admit your own classification under this to me, very much still a stranger, as though it were nothing at all." Watson shakes his head. "I won't tell you that you ought to be ashamed, but I admit it surprises me. I've known men with... weaknesses, shall we say, that make their lives difficult, but other than turning to drink, or opium, or cocaine, they have little in the way of support."