When I was a student I read this book on the advice of one of my teachers. I remember it clearly because it struck me as incongruous that a doctor should be a writer of anything other than a textbook. I was somewhat prejudiced against the writers of the dreary volumes and knew nothing of their more scholarly writings. Osler was our textbook but I had never heard of Osler the writer of Aequanimitas; most likely this was my own fault.
I read right through The Corner of Harley Street in my medical school library, but it did not make a great impression on me. In those days I was afflicted by a peculiar form of conscientiousness; I invariably pursued a book to the end once I had begun it. I was not then acquainted with reply of Samuel Johnson to a would-be author who had given him a play