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A young woman's facial nerve is cut while Selzer removes a tumor from her cheek, leaving her mouth permanently twisted in palsy. When she asks whether it will always be this way and he says yes, her husband smiles, bends down and contorts his own lips to fit hers, showing her that their kiss still works. Selzer presents the gesture as a kind of healing surgery cannot give: the damage stays, but love reshapes itself around it.
The inside of the body is meant to stay hidden, so opening it is a violation that only the surgeon's role and the patient's consent make permissible. The surgeon therefore owes the opened body something like reverence, because the act is closer to a transgression than to a neutral technical procedure.
Selzer reads the operating room as a temple. Scrubbing is purification, the gown is a vestment, the instruments are ritual objects, and the patient on the table is both offering and supplicant. Seen this way, the surgeon's power over the patient carries a priest's obligations of humility, discipline and attention to what lies beyond the technical.
The surgeon must hold two incompatible stances at once. One is the cold, steady detachment that lets a hand cut living flesh without trembling. The other is an awe at the body's interior that stops cutting from becoming butchery, and losing either one makes the surgeon dangerous or useless.
Selzer writes about the liver, skin, bone and belly in metaphor, as terrain, architecture and personality, rather than in anatomical terms. His argument is that clinical language flattens the body into parts, while figurative language restores its strangeness and meaning. For him, metaphor is a way of seeing the body more accurately, not decoration.