No one I met at this time -- doctors, nurses, practicantes, or fellow-patients -- failed to assure me that a man who is hit through the neck and survives it is the luckiest creature alive. I could not help thinking that it would be even luckier not to be hit at all.
George Orwell (2016). “Homage to Catalonia / Down and Out in Paris and London”, p.204, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
