In the mid-1920s a busy dean of medicine, among many other things, briefly addressed a student body.
And then a year or two later he died, the early victim of fatal sarcoma.
Normally a dean of medicine from 80 years ago is remembered, if at all, only as one name among many underneath the long lines of dusty portraits in the hallway leading up to the office of the current med school dean.
But in fact Francis W Peabody lives on, bigger than he ever was in real life, because of a very short phrase he spoke to that student assembly, just one of the many things he did in the course of a short but very busy, productive life.