Y'know, he may have been on to something

Okay, beyond the obvious question of "What sort of pretentious wanker takes Molière to a blood draw?", it has been nice going through my old uni reading list and actually reading the books this time. Even if this one was in translation.

My local clinic has gone all "appointments only"... the thin edge of the wedge where privatization is concerned. Is it any wonder I'm becoming increasingly misanthropic?

PS: the less obvious answer is a blipper who forgot his blip.