Christiaan Barnard

suppose, but I don’t know how much good it would do if I drowned.” “Oh, there’ll be nothing like that,” said Washburn, scoffing. “I’m glad you’re so confident. I wish I were.” “You can be. You have the protection of my presence. I may not be Christiaan Barnard or Michael De Bakey, but I’m all these people have. They need me; they won’t risk losing me.” “But you want to leave. I’m your passport out.” “In ways unfathomable, my dear patient. Come on, now. Lamouche wants you down at the dock so you can