The Best of Hitchens, Round 4

“No, excuse me,” Hitchens said. His tone tightened, and his mouth
shrunk like a sea anemone poked with a stick; the Hitchens face can,
at moments of dialectical urgency, or when seen in an unkindly lit
Fox News studio, transform from roguish to sour. (Hitchens’s friend
Martin Amis, the novelist, has chided Hitchens for “doing that
horrible thing with your lips.”) “Fine,” Hitchens said. “Now that I
know that, to you, medical ethics are nothing, you’ve told me all I
need to know.