Medicine: Cancer

The Lancet. Outside a London newspaper office a crowd gathered last week, at first no more than a small, compact impediment in the current of the Strand's foot passengers, but swelling minute by minute until it bulged, a black protuberance, pulsing with a low, incessant fever and disordering the normal life of the street. Nobody jostled. Men and women stood silent, taken with the sick prescience that infects crowds in the apprehension of some great event —a declaration of war, the birth of a prince.

The event which this extraordinary gathering awaited was...

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