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“cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs.....”
Mary Roach“Not that there's anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it's way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It's just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.”
Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers“The point is that no matter what you choose to do with your body when you die, it won't, ultimately, be very appealing. If you are inclined to donate yourself to science, you should not let images of dissection or dismemberment put you off. They are no more or less gruesome, in my opinion, than ordinary decay or the sewing shut of your jaws via your nostrils for a funeral viewing.”
Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers“There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room...”
Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers“It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.”
Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers“compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust,... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...”
Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers“Sometimes, in a daze, they completely dismantled the cadaver, then found themselves hard put to it to fit the pieces together again.”
Gustave Flaubert, Bouvard and Pecuchet“A fit encomium for marital bliss," Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.”
Eloisa James, Desperate Duchesses“Anatomy lab, in the end, becomes less a violation of the sacred and more something that interferes with happy hour, and that realization discomfits. In our rare reflective moments, we were all silently apologizing to our cadavers, not because we sensed the transgression but because we did not.”
Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air