In what ways is the writer go to the British Museum?What did he discover when he went through the medical book alphabetically?
The writer remembered going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment which he thought he was afflicted with- a touch of hay fever. As he brought down the book and read all that he had come to read, in an unthinking moment, he idly turned the leaves and began to indolently study diseases.
The writer discovered a whole host of diseases, catalogued alphabetically ranging from typhoid fever, St. Vitas's Dance, cholera, bright disease, diptheria and so on. There was also a malady called the housemaids knee, which he could not fathom. He reflected that he had presumed to know all kinds of possible maladies in pharmacology but the book revealed otherwise. He began to think of the case would be interesting from a medical point of view and he would be an acquisition to the class. However, it also led him to contemplate upon his own fragile mortality. He eventually patted himself all over the front, went a bit round each side and a little way up the back. He could not feel or hear anything, he stuck out his tongue to see how far it would go, shut one eye and examined the other, and told himself that he might have scarlet fever. He had walked into the reading room a happy man but now he crawled out of it as a diseased specimen of humanity.
The writer discovered a whole host of diseases, catalogued alphabetically ranging from typhoid fever, St. Vitas's Dance, cholera, bright disease, diptheria and so on. There was also a malady called the housemaids knee, which he could not fathom. He reflected that he had presumed to know all kinds of possible maladies in pharmacology but the book revealed otherwise. He began to think of the case would be interesting from a medical point of view and he would be an acquisition to the class. However, it also led him to contemplate upon his own fragile mortality. He eventually patted himself all over the front, went a bit round each side and a little way up the back. He could not feel or hear anything, he stuck out his tongue to see how far it would go, shut one eye and examined the other, and told himself that he might have scarlet fever. He had walked into the reading room a happy man but now he crawled out of it as a diseased specimen of humanity.