It's what's on the inside that counts. That's a sentiment Thierry Moreau is preparing, body and soul, to endorse, if not quite in the spirit the hoary old platitude is usually intended. In half an hour, a surgeon will make an incision below Moreau's left breast and push a transparent sac of gel into the cavity. To the strains of Procol Harum's
A Whiter Shade of Pale
, the surgeon will prod and manipulate the material until satisfied, before repeating the procedure on Moreau's right side. When the patient, sutured and bandaged, stirs from his anesthetized slumber, he'll find one of his...
