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Mr. Winfield introduced me to a Polish composer named Gorecki (pronounce it like The Great One bought a vowel) via his 3rd Symphony, I think. It was the saddest piece of music I have ever heard. Let's just say the timing was fortunate. I'll bet murdering doctors use this piece to convince people to do what they shouldn't. I made a mental note not to listen to it just any time.
Speaking of murdering doctors, our fictional friend Dr. Yang conviced her husband not to hate her in the most recent episode of 'Grey's Anatomy.' He was gonna move out, but it looks like they might reconcile. I'm not sure how I feel about this. For his part, Dr. Hunt reached out to his wife because he saved her life earlier in the episode, and because his good friend, Dr. Theodora 'Teddy' Altman won't speak to him anymore. Yang lost Teddy's husband on the operating table, and Dr. Hunt ordered Yang to assist with a surgery of Altman's without telling her what had happened. She told Altman after the critical surgery, and we thought Altman was just being a jerk, because she made Yang repeat her entire process during the fatal surgery over and over again for two weeks. However, Altman finally told Yang that she did exactly what she herself would have done, and not to blame herself. Sadly, she's blaming Hunt instead, which really sucks for Hunt. He's the Chief of Surgery; he couldn't have Altman falling apart during a critical cardiac procedure on account of grief. No-win scenario there; I'm not sure what I would have done in his place. I hope she forgives him, though. It's very hard. She also needs to remember that she married an uber-diabetic with cancerous tumors (to get him health insurance). His untimely death was a very real possibility. We all loved the story: she married him to keep him alive, and whoops, fell in love with him. (He loved her from the word 'Go.') I predict that Yang will tell Altman to chill (after all, Hunt didn't kill a baby intentionally) and I hope that the entire perverted, murdering cast believes the gospel, and goes to Confession. I didn't like Hunt at first, but I feel for him now.

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