"This quinine stuff may prove pretty good. We'll probably plug along on it for two or three years, and maybe we'll get something permanent - and probably we'll fail!"
"This quinine stuff may prove pretty good. We'll probably plug along on it for two or three years, and maybe we'll get something permanent - and probably we'll fail!" So ends this tale of a lonely boy who avidly reads medical textbooks in an old doctor's office, and grows to become a doctor himself. He works in a small town, then a small city, then to an "institute" of a rich couple, then to a West Indian island, then to a Vermont farm. He discovers the obstacles of ignorance and corruption and strives only for scientific truth. The man's first name is Martin; give his surname and you've named, FTP, what 1925 classic by Sinclair Lewis?
"This quinine stuff may prove pretty good. We'll probably plug along on it for two or three years, and maybe we'll get something permanent - and probably we'll fail!"
Arrowsmith