I was disturbed by the finality in that statement. It was as though the single word defined all the patient was and all that he would ever be. Shyly peering in, I observed the shell of a man who lay weakly on the bed. His skin was gray and spotted like wasted leather. His face was hollow with a grief that pervaded the room. Nevertheless, there was brilliance in his eyes. As he gazed simultaneously at me and through me, I suddenly felt conscious of my youth. Though I tried to focus on the physician’s examination, it was impossible to ignore the energy that exuded from a man whose candle was rapidly burning out.