Then after a second or a minute, I wasn’t really sure, he put the phone down and turned to me and said, “put your shoes on, get your shirt, George, quickly. We’ve got to go to the hospital.”
I wasn’t wearing my orange T-shirt with the picture of the Tiger on, and when I tool a big breath in, and held it there, then you could see my bones, my ribs, the shape of me.
“We will now discuss in a little more detail the struggle for existence.”
Darwin, Origin of Species, Ch.3.