"My first glimpse of the small cubicle of a station buried in heavily falling snow, stuck seemingly in a cold wilderness, was far from comforting.
Who hasn't conjectured as to what one may expect to find? All you know, you've got a dreaded disease and you're going to a hospital or San...."
Levy, however, is pleasantly surprised:
"The ride from the station up the hill to the main entrance was over before I knew it. I was ushered in and instead of cold forboding [sic] walls, was amazed at the warm reception by a doctor. The interior itself looked more like a sumptious [sic] spacious comfortable lodge than a hospital as there was nothing to indicate the latter, even to the pungent smell of drugs or ether."
