rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets. . . . He advances on the patient. . . . “Make an incision, Doctor Limpf,” he says to his ap­palled assistant. . . . “I’m going to massage the heart.” Dr. Limpf shrugs and begins the incision. Dr. Ben- way washes the suction cup by swishing it around in the toilet-bowl….Nurse: “Shouldn’t it be sterilized, doctor?”Dr. Benway: “Very likely but there’s no time.” He sits on the suction cup like a cane seat watching his assistant make the incision. . . . “You young squirts couldn’t lance a pimple without an electric vibrating scalpel with automatic drain and suture. . . . Soon we’ll be operating by remote control on patients we never see. . . . We’ll be nothing but button pushers. All the skill is going out of surgery. . . . All the know-how and make-do . . . Did I ever tell you about the time I per­formed an appendectomy with a rusty sardine can? And once J was caught short without instrument one and removed a uterine tumor with my teeth. That was in the Upper Effendi, and besides . . .”Dr. Lim pf: “The incision is ready, doctor.”Dr. Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and down. Blood spurts all over the doctors, the nurse and the wall. . . . The cup makes a horrible sucking sound.Nurse: “I think she’s gone, doctor.”Dr. Benway: “Well, it’s all in the day’s work.” He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet. . . . “Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this RX on the double!” Dr. Benway is operating in an auditorium filled with