It was the first lecture of the year at the Psychoanalytic Center, and the speaker was already at the podium. The newly renovated College of Medicine lecture hall, with all its modern gadgetry and technical accoutrements, seemed at odds with the ethos of the event. The room was filled with mostly older men, some seemingly painfully so.
One man in particular seemed to embody this with his fragile body, wrinkled face, and slow, deliberate steps that came about only with the assistance of a cane. As he made his way across the room, I scanned the faces of the attendees, some of whom I recognized as lecturers from the residency program I had recently graduated from, and wondered what they were thinking.
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