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This morning, staring at my computer and thinking about how much I needed caffeine, I overheard Marcia, the head of our department, warning Erica that Abraham Verghese’s name was pronounced “Ver-geez,” not “Ver-gezee,” and that she should know in case it came up in Erica’s conference planning. At this, my eyes refocused. This was important information. I’d just been reading […]

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