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I am a sick man…. I am a spiteful man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don’t consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can’t explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot “pay out” the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don’t consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well let it get worse!

Cul – de – Sac

Pronounciation: kul – dé – sak ,

Noun: Inflected forms: pl. culs-de-sac (kulz – dé – sak) or cul-de-sacs (kul – dé – sakz)

1a. A dead-end street.

b. An impasse: “This was the cul-de-sac the year kept driving me toward: men and women would always be at odds” (Philip Weiss).

2. Anatomy A saclike cavity or tube open only at one end.

Etymology: French : cul, bottom (from Old French, from Latin c lus; see culet) + de, of (from Old French, from Latin d ; see de–) + sac, sack (from Old French, from Latin saccus; see sack¹).