My dear Kacvey,

Hope your students and you take all the “common sense” precautionary measures against the spreading of the Wuhan virus (武汉病毒) wherever and whenever all of you are, be it in the classroom, library, meetings, home, markets, social events etc … albeit the fact that the weak strongman has a different view on it. He may believe that Wuhan virus carries a passport when arriving in Cambodia, at any port of entry like Kg Som with regards to Westerdam, it has to be stamped by him personally. Let leave him alone to his crazy, irresponsible and half blind fantasy, but your students and you must go on and live your life outside the sphere of corruption and craziness of a quack doctor.

The propagation of Wuhan virus worldwide reminds us of a passage (Part IV) in “East Coker”, a poem by T.S. Elliot as follows:

“The wounded surgeon plies the peel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer’s art
Resolving the enigma of the forever chart.

“Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam’s curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

“The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

“The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires,
If to be warned, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is rose, and the smoke is briars.

“The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood –
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.”