... has come to - a dreaded visit to the dentist, Dr. Burr. Sitting there inside the dental surgery's waiting room, I anxiously anticipated the grim fate that lies before me. Looking for consolation, I turn to the innocent smiles from children beaming at me from posters (or should they be a plaque or two) adorning the walls. Yet my gaze is soon interrupted by the shrill motorized buzz of dental drills reverberating from behind the closed surgery doors. This fact, combined with the constant ringing of the receptionist's phone, and the rhythmic nail-filing screech of the secretary sets the archetypal waiting room scenario. The room is furnished in a contemporary fashion - large leather sofas and metal framed tables stacked with old magazines. The Venetian blinds barricade the room, preventing light entering, and at the same time causing retention of the pungent aromas of disinfectant and disposed rubber gloves. It ...

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