{"_id":"6292c393fa5c01e51eff5dac","title":"Under the Knife","publish_year":1896,"publish_scan":"https://archive.org/details/sim_new-review-1889_1896-01_14_80/mode/2up?view=theater","publish_source":"The New Review","publish_edition":"No. 80","author":"H. G. Wells","code":"under-the-knife","words":5556,"image":"instruments.jpg","image_alt":"A box of surgical instruments. Graphite filter.","genres":["literary","sci-fi"],"blurb":"Then with a chilly, unemotional clearness, I perceived that I was not yet dead. I was still in my body; but all the multitudinous sensations that come sweeping from it to make up the background of consciousness had gone, leaving me free of it all.","description":"After finding out that he needs surgery done on the morrow, a man becomes certain that it will kill him.","has_review":false,"has_collections":false}