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Somehow, Vesalius knew who I was. He
started calling my corpse “Barty”,
shortening Bartholomew. As soon as we
arrived at his home, he stowed me away
in his cold basement on a table, stripped
me of my clothing and washed me with
a wet cloth, and finished by draping a
sheet over the lower half of my body.
Vesalius, pictured with another cadaver.
