This... this exhibit of mine showed the neuropathology of axonal dystrophy and I... when I came to New York I... I did a... I had a fellowship in both neuropathology and neurochemistry, but that, as I mentioned yesterday, was a disaster. And it was a huge relief to me, in '66, when I could start seeing real patients, namely the migraine patients in a clinic and the patients at Beth Abraham Hospital, a chronic disease hospital in New York. Patients which included 80-odd people who had had encephalitis lethargica and were frozen in extraordinary post-encephalitic states. With the migraine patients I was fascinated and moved by their stories and their sufferings and often by their... their resilience and their ingenuity, which is not just a question of attack of migraine, but living with migraine or the migraine life. I think this was really, in a sense, my apprenticeship in medicine. I was a real doctor, I was a physician. A lot of the patients gave me stories that they had seen their gynaecologist, their otorhinolaryngologist – their this, their that. I also then got a feeling of what I thought was wrong with American medicine, that it consisted entirely of specialists and there were no general practitioners, the base of the pyramid. My father was a general practitioner, my two older brothers were general practitioners and I found myself feeling like the general practitioner these patients should have seen to begin with. I was not a super specialist on migraine, I was the general man who enquired about every aspect of their life.