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" The Frontier Of Death"- The Serpent and the Rainbow

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" The Frontier Of Death"- The serpent and the rainbow" 

Two Nights Later I was met at the front door of an East Side Mahattan apartment by a tall, strikingly handsome woman whose long hair was pulled up over her head in the manner of a Renoir model.

We shook hands."Mr.Davis? I'm Marna Anderson, Nate Kline's daughter. Do come in. " She turned abruptly and led me through a corridor of clinical whiteness into a large room crowded with colour. Approaching me fom the head of an immense refectory table was a short man in a white linen suit and an antique vest of silk broacade.

"You must be Wade Davis. Nate Kline. I'm glad you could make it."

There were perhaps nine people in the room, and through Kline made the obligatory introductions, it was in a manner so perfunctory as to let me know that none of them mattered. He lingered only when we reached an elderly man, sitting narrow and stiff in a corner of the room.

 " I'd like you to meet my older colleagues, professor Heinz Leham. Heinz is the former head of psychiatry and psychopharmacology at McGill."

"Ah,Mr. Davis," Lehman said softly, " I am delighted that you have joined our little venture."

" I don't know that I have."

"Yes, well, let us wait and see."

Kline directed me to a sofa where three pleasant by nondescript women sat sipping cocktails, their attentions scattered. A few moments passed in gossip, and then they began to question me about my life with an enthusiasm that made me feel uncomfortable. As soon as I had a chance I got up and began to circulate, making my way toward the bar, where I poured myself a drink. The room was filled with art Hatian paintings, antique games and puzzles, a Persian chest with gilt decorations, a small forest of native early American weather vanes, iron horses poised in flight. 

The lights of the city drew me out onto the balcony. Low clouds swept through the high corridors of darkness slowly dissolving the summits of the skyscrapers, and from far below came the sound of tires running over glistening pavement. looking back through the window, I saw Kline moving vigorously about the room, ushering the last of his dinner guests to the door. His movements seemed ostentatiously virile, reminding me of the kind of elderly man who might ask you in public to place your hand on his chest to measure the strength of his heart.

He seemed ill cast as a doctor, exhibiting a vanity more likely in a poet. Leham, on the other hand-tall, thin, and frail-appeared born to be a psychiatrist, and I couldn't help wondering what vocation he would have pursued had he lived in an earlier age, before men were prepared to yield their feelings to analysis.

Marina joined her fathert at the door of the apartment, linking her arm lightly in his as they said good night to their guests. One sensed immediately the bond between them, how they chose to act as one person, so that his glance became he gesture, which beckoned me in from the balcony.

Emptied of the other guests, the room strangely came to life. Lehman, visibly more at ease, moved to its center. He fixed me with a smile.Emptied of the other guests, the room strangely came to life. Lehman, visibly more at ease, moved to its center. He fixed me with a smile.

"Let me relieve you of any further suspense, Mr. Davis. We understand  from Professor Schultes that you are attracted to unusual places. We propose to send you to the frontier of death. if what we are about to tell you is true, as we believe it is, it means that there are men and women dwelling in the continuous present, where the past is dead and the future consists of fear and impossible desires.

"I glanced at him skeptically, and then at Kline, who picked up from Lehman automatically.

"The first problem is to know when the dead are truly dead." kline paused, regarding me deliberately."Diagnosing death is an age old problem. Petrarch the Elder are full of reports of men rescued at the last minute from the pyre. Eventually to prevent such mishaps the emperor had to fix by law the interval between apparent death and burial at eight days.

"Perhaps we should do the same,"interjected Leham. " Recall the Sheffield case?

"Kline nodded, and turned back to me. " Not fifteen years ago English doctors experimenting with a portable cardiograph at the Sheffield mortuary detected signs of life in a young woman certified dead from a drug overdose."

Leham added with a smile, " There was an even more sensational case here in New York around the same time. A postmortem operation at the city morgue was disrupted just as the first cut was being made. The patient leapt up and siezed the doctor by the throat, who promptly died of shock.

"I looked across the table at the two of them, trying to conceal a faint premonition of horror. They were both old, their voices hard and clinical. It was as if the imminent presence of death had so saturated their minds at this late point of their lives that they looked upon it as a source of amusement. I had to remind myself that these men were professionals who had earned some of the highest awards of American Science.

"By definition death is the permanent cessation of vital functions." Kline leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands and smiling. "But waht constitutes cessation, and how is one to recognize the function in question?."

"Breathing, pulse, body temperature, stiffness....whatever, " I answered somewhat awkardly, still uncertain what they were getting at.

"You can't always tell. Breathing can occur with such gentle movements of the diaphragm as to be imperceptible. Besides, the absence of respiration may represent a suspension, not a cessation. As for body temperature, people are pulled out of frozen lakes and snowfields all the time."

"The eyes of the dead tell you nothing," added Lehman. "the muscle of the Iris continue to contract for hours after death. Skin color can be useful..."

"Hardly in this case, " Kline interrupted, glancing at Lehman. "The pallor of death only shows up in light-skinned individuals. As for hearbeat, any drug that induces hypotension can result in an unreadable pulse. In fact, deep narcosis can manifest every symptom of death: shallow imperceptible breathing, a slow and weakened pulse, a dramatic decrease in body temperature, complete immobility.

Kline poured himself a brandy. " No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou lives.' Friar Laurence to Juliet, gentlemen. perhaps our most famous reference to drug-induced suspended animation."

"In fact," Leham concluded, " there are only two means of ascertaining death. One is by no means infallible and involves a brain scan and cardiogram. That requires expensive machinery. The other, and the only one that is certain, is putrefaction. And that requires time."

Reference:The Serpent and The Rainbow: Wade Davis

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