It was as though part of my breast had been cut out by a skilled anatomist and replaced by an equal part of immaterial suffering . . . And however neatly the wound may have been stitched together, one lives rather uncomfortably when regret for the loss of another person is substituted for one’s entrails. —Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time She told me about the procedure the same way she was always telling me about her newest exercise regime or dietary restriction or partially prepared … [Read more...] about The Skilled Anatomist