MY SECOND OPINION CAME FROM THE NET

摘要

This is my favorite joke: A man goes to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist says, "You're crazy." The man says, "I want a second opinion." The psychiatrist says, "All right―you're ugly." Not long ago I was told I had thyroid cancer. I wanted a second opinion. It wasn't that I didn't trust my doctors―they were the very best doctors I could possibly have found. It was that I wanted to know the worst. It wasn't enough that I was crazy. I wanted to know if I was ugly, too. I turned not to another human being but to the Web, so that I could eavesdrop on my fate without having to wait for an appointment.