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400 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1988
“When you share pain, there’s less of it, and when you share joy, there’s more of it. That’s a basic fact of the universe, and I learned it here. I’ve seen it work honest-to-God miracles.”
Long-Drink got up and walked to the chalk line, and I assumed he wanted to give Doc's stinker the honor of a formal throw. I should have known he was setting us up. He toed the mark, an- nounced, "To the poor corpuscle," drained his glass, and waited.
The Doc had reflexively drained the fresh glass Callahan had already supplied unasked—Doc will drink to anything, sight unseen—but he paused with his arm in midthrow. "Wait a minute," he said. "Why the hell should I drink to 'the poor corpuscle'?"
"He labors in vein," Long-Drink said simply.
"Ah yes," I said without missing a beat, "but he vessels vhile he vorks."
"Plasma soul," exclaimed Callahan.
The Doc's eyes got round and his jaw hung down. "By God," he said at last, "I've never been outpunned by you rummies yet, and I'm not about to go down on medical puns. As a doctor I happen to know for certain there's only one other blood pun—I got it straight from the Auricle of Delphi."
Just as there are laws of Conservation of Mass and Energy, so there are in fact Laws of Conservation of Pain and Joy. Neither can ever be created or destroyed.
But one can be converted into the other.