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At first I was taken aback by the cadavers, but the strange light
in the room and the change on the colors in the room because of this
light, kept me going. It was a strong side light that silhouetted figures
against the back of the room, and the tremendously strong arc lamps
that were overhead seemed to make the bodies almost transparent in the
tank bed. The lights allowed one to look straight down into the cadavers
without one's head casting shadows. Then I found myself studying the
students moving into the large room like those nude models in Rodin's
studio. I watched them learn, trying to correlate the material from
the schematic drawings in the Atlas with the seemingly confused arrangements
in the bodies. The live ones and the still ones. The tension in this
room. The sense of survival among the students. And such a different
type of student from the average one. This was a very special group
being trained to be sensitive to another human being. The students took
me in and, helped by on the spot art lessons, began to be very comfortable
around me: I relieved some of their tension from the cadaver, like the
comic foil in Shakespeare's plays. I was a part of that life and I appreciated
how one human being affects another.
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