Well, my art of midwifery is in most respects like theirs but differs, in that I attend men and not women, and I look after their souls when they are in labor, and not after their bodies and the triumph of my art is in thoroughly examining whether the thought which the mind of the young man brings forth is a false idol or a noble and true birth.
Well, mine differs from his in that I look after the way they use their body and the triumph of my art is in seeing a new truth taking shape under my eyes. A truth made out of wood, time and spirit.
Holds with ease a cup of tea and a glass of wine. Rauli and wax finish.
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