I was reading Richard Selzer's essay, The Knife whilst waiting on an X-ray yesterday. He had just performed an operation. Here is how he concludes the essay in a masterful manner.
At last, a
little thread is passed into the wound and tied. The monstrous
booming fury is stilled by a tiny thread. The tempest is silenced. The
operation id over. On the table, the knife lies spent on its side. The bloody
meal smear-dried upon its flanks. The knife rests.