WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While Dan's patients totally blow off their appointments.
Nobel Prize in Medicine: Peripheral Immune Tolerance
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Each year I like to write a post about the Nobel Prize in Physiology or
Medicine. While advocating for higher standards of science in medicine we
tend to...
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