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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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face scrubbed and shining braced against the doorjamb with damp towels limp over your arm; clutching soap dish and tooth brush. Thus we were able to check the patient who was going to surgery very soon and was shaving in the neighborhood bathroom for the last time. We learned also whether anyone else had become ill on the cornstarch pudding the evening before as had we. We discovered who was being sent to the Clinic that day and to what end. We found out too who was being dismissed. In short, there was little that escaped our nature - especially little of front page news. A Russian jew was brought in for medical observation and planted in the room across the hall. The few days he was in he deported himself like a caged lion. Noone was able to get his pants away from him. Noone could tame and put him to bed. His actions reminded me so much of the lioness I was two years before. Quite at loose ends and not knowing what to do with himself he drifted in and out of our rooms - a very interesting and intelligent and well read individual. Because he was up, and restless, he invariably drifted into my room told me what he had to eat, and wanted to know all the details of my tray. It was only when he came in to discuss world affairs as he did those few days that we both got much too much excited. And that is exactly the thing we weren't supposed to do. His
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face scrubbed and shining braced against the doorjamb with damp towels limp over your arm; clutching soap dish and tooth brush. Thus we were able to check the patient who was going to surgery very soon and was shaving in the neighborhood bathroom for the last time. We learned also whether anyone else had become ill on the cornstarch pudding the evening before as had we. We discovered who was being sent to the Clinic that day and to what end. We found out too who was being dismissed. In short, there was little that escaped our nature - especially little of front page news. A Russian jew was brought in for medical observation and planted in the room across the hall. The few days he was in he deported himself like a caged lion. Noone was able to get his pants away from him. Noone could tame and put him to bed. His actions reminded me so much of the lioness I was two years before. Quite at loose ends and not knowing what to do with himself he drifted in and out of our rooms - a very interesting and intelligent and well read individual. Because he was up, and restless, he invariably drifted into my room told me what he had to eat, and wanted to know all the details of my tray. It was only when he came in to discuss world affairs as he did those few days that we both got much too much excited. And that is exactly the thing we weren't supposed to do. His
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