I don’t remember the name of the Chief of Cardiac Surgery, but I do know he had a really big office, a really nice office. And the double doors were always wide open, indicating an admirable management philosophy.
From my perch at the edge of the sofa in the reception area, I spent a lot of time examining the details of the room, which seemed to exude a warm glow and was very nicely trimmed out. From my angle, I could see the books on the coffee table and the crossed legs of supplicants and applicants. I could hear the cordial tone of the conversations in which transactions were made and business was conducted. All very genteel up here, and civilized, above all the untidy flesh mending on the floors below.