2月27日，港媒突傳70歲吳孟達病危，已經轉入ICU搶救，醫生已經通知親友見最後一面。
吳孟達好友田啟文、艾威於27日中午趕到醫院，被問及是否見達叔最後一面，艾威神色凝重回應「是」。
田啟文受訪表示：「情況很壞，癌細胞已經擴散，好多器官衰竭。」
據身邊好友透露，近日已有不少人去探望，吳孟達不停跟朋友說好辛苦、好痛，每隔四小時打一次嗎啡止痛，但已經起不了作用，只好手上拿著檸檬，不時舔一舔，以刺激口腔分泌口水。
田啟文此前不斷替達叔報平安，稱達叔手術後情況控制得不錯，一天比一天好，還可以進食。沒想到達叔病情突然惡化，已經進入生命最後階段。
田啟文在接受電話採訪時透露，吳孟達已經跟家人商討處理後事：「他現在已經沒有什麼反應了，醫院叫上所有家人，達叔現在是一個彌留狀態，好多狀況都不知道，家人已經亂了，我現在趕去醫院。」
田啟文表示，目前情況混亂，醫生已經沒有辦法了，大家沒有反應過來，也沒有通知朋友去看他最後一面，擔心現場失控，其實大家有心理準備，達叔年邁的媽媽也到醫院看望，家人都非常傷心在身邊陪伴。
據悉，達叔近年身體狀況一直不好，2014年經歷一次大病，經過近年休養才逐漸好轉，因為需要養三個家庭、每個月支出逾30萬，所以達叔拼命接戲，一直沒有退休。
去年年底達叔突然病倒，隨後被查出肝癌，在醫院手術後化療兩個月，至今沒有離開過醫院。
昔日「黃金搭檔」周星馳得知達叔病危第一時間聯繫田啟文，表示希望幫助達叔渡過難關，目前星爺尚未出現在醫院，但願兩人可以見上最後一面。
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There was mingled gall and honey in this intelligence. The
prospect of the friend’s being married so soon was the gall, and
the certainty of her not entertaining serious designs upon Nicholas
was the honey. Upon the whole, the sweet greatly preponderated
over the bitter, so Miss Squeers said she would get the frock made,
and that she hoped 』Tilda might be happy, though at the same
time she didn’t know, and would not have her build too much
upon it, for men were strange creatures, and a great many married
women were very miserable, and wished themselves single again
with all their hearts; to which condolences Miss Squeers added
others equally calculated to raise her friend’s spirits and promote
her cheerfulness of mind.
『But come now, Fanny,』 said Miss Price, 『I want to have a word
or two with you about young Mr Nickleby.』
『He is nothing to me,』 interrupted Miss Squeers, with hysterical
symptoms. 『I despise him too much!』
『Oh, you don’t mean that, I am sure?』 replied her friend.
『Confess, Fanny; don’t you like him now?』
Without returning any direct reply, Miss Squeers, all at once,
fell into a paroxysm of spiteful tears, and exclaimed that she was a
wretched, neglected, miserable castaway.
『I hate everybody,』 said Miss Squeers, 『and I wish that
everybody was dead—that I do.』
『Dear, dear,』 said Miss Price, quite moved by this avowal of
misanthropical sentiments. 『You are not serious, I am sure.』
『Yes, I am,』 rejoined Miss Squeers, tying tight knots in her
pocket-handkerchief and clenching her teeth. 『And I wish I was
dead too. There!』
『Oh! you』ll think very differently in another five minutes,』 said
Charles Dickens
After what happened today? Of course. I was thinking ten or a do^en good trustworthy
young people to start with. Frank and Juniojr can help pick them out. And we'll need more
if this thing isn't sorted out by next week. Pay em in scrip. Give em first dibs on supplies,
when and if rationing starts. Them and their families.'
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xxxx'Okay. Send Junior down, will you? Frank's here, and so's Thibodeau. He got
banged around some at the market and he had to get the bandage on his shoulder changed,
but he's pretty much good to go.' Randolph lowered his voice. 'He said Barbara changed
the bandage. Did a good job, too.'
'That's ducky, but our Mr Barbara won't be changing bandages for long. And I've got
another job for Junior. Officer Thibodeau, too. Send him up here.'
'What for?'
'If you needed to know, I'd tell you. Just send him up. Junior and Frank can make a list of
possible new recruits later on.'
'Well ... if you say s—'
Randolph was interrupted by a fresh uproar. Something either fell over or was thrown.
There was a crash as something else shattered.
'Break that up!' Randolph roared.
Smiling, Big Jim held the phone away from his ear. He could hear perfectly well, just
the same.
'Get those two . . . not those two, you idiot, the OTHER two . . . NO, I don't want em
arrested! I want em the hell out of here! On their asses, if they won't go any other way!'
A moment later he was speaking to Big Jim again. 'Remind me why I wanted this job,
because I'm starting to forget.'
'It'll sort itself out,'Big Jim soothed.'You'll have five new bodies by tomorrow - fresh
young bucks - and another five by Thursday. Another five at least. Now send young
Thibodeau up here. And make sure that cell at the far end downstairs is ready for a fresh
occupant. Mr Barbara will be using it as of this afternoon.'
'On what charge?'
'How about four counts of murder, plus inciting a riot at the local supermarket? Will that
do?'
He hung up before Randolph could reply.
'What do you want me and Carter to do?'Junior asked.
'This afternoon? First, a little reconnaissance and planning. I'll assist with the planning.
Then you take part in arresting Barbara. You'll enjoy that, I think.'
'Yes I will.'
'Once Barbara's in the jug, you and Officer Thibodeau should eat a good supper, because
your real job's tonight.'
'What?'
'Burning down the Democrat office — how does that sound?'
Junior's eyes widened. 'Why?'
That his son had to ask was a disappointment. 'Because, for the
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xxxximmediate future, having a newspaper is not in the town's best interest. Any
objections?'
'Dad - has it ever occurred to you that you might be crazy?'
Big Jim nodded. 'Like a fox,' he said.
'All the times I've been in this room,' Ginny Tomlinson said in her new foggy voice, 'and
I never once imagined myself on the table.'
'Even if you had, you probably wouldn't have imagined being workdd on by the guy
who serves you your morning steak and eggs.' Barbie tried to keep it light, but he'd been
patching and bandaging since arriving at Cathy Russell on the ambulance's first run, and
he was tired. A lot of that, he suspected, was stress: he was scared to death of making
someone worse instead of better. He could see the same worry on the faces of Gina
Buffalino and Harriet Bigelow, and they didn't have the Jim Rennie clock ticking in their
heads to make things worse.
T think it will be awhile before I'm capable of eating another steak,'! Ginny said.
Rusty had set her nose before seeing any of the other patients. Barbie had assisted,
holding the sides of her head as gently as he could and murmuring encouragement. Rusty
plugged her nostrils with gauze soaked in medicinal cocaine. He gave the anesthetic ten
minutes to work (using the time to treat a badly sprained wrist and put an elastic bandage
on an obese woman's swollen knee), then tweezed out the gauze strips and grabbed a
scalpel. The PA was admirably quick. Before Barbie could tell Ginny to say wishbone,
Rusty had slid the scalpel's handle up the clearer of her nostrils, braced it again$t her
septum, and used it as a lever.
Like a man prying off a hubcap, Barbie had thought, listening to the small but perfectly
audible crunch as Ginny's nose came back to something approximating its normal
position. She didn't scream, but her fingernails tore holes in the paper covering the
examination table, and tears poured down her cheeks.
She was calm now - Rusty had given her a couple of Perco-cets — but tears were still
leaking from her less swollen eye. Her cheeks were i a puffy purple. Barbie thought she
looked a little like Rocky Balboa after the Apollo Creed fight.
'Look on the bright side,' he said.
'Is there one?'
'Definitely. The Roux girl is looking at a month of soup and milkshakes.'
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xxxx'Georgia? I heard she took a hit. How bad?'
'She'll live, but it's going to be a long time before she's pretty.'
'That one was never going to be Miss Apple Blossom.' And, in a lower voice: 'Was it her
screaming?'
Barbie nodded. Georgia's yowls had filled the whole hospital, it seemed. 'Rusty gave her
morphine, but she didn't go down for a long time. She must have the constitution of a
horse.'
'And the conscience of an alligator,' Ginny added in her foggy voice. 'I wouldn't wish
what happened to her on anybody, but it's still a damned good argument for karmic
retribution. How long have I been here? My darn watch is broken.'
Barbie glanced at his own. 'It's now fourteen thirty. So I guess that puts you about five
and a half hours on the road to recovery.' He twisted at the hips, heard his back crackle, and
felt it loosen up a litde. He decided Tom Petty was right: the waiting was the hardest part.
He reckoned he would feel easier once he was actually in a cell. Unless he was dead. It had
crossed his mind that it might be convenient for him to be killed while resisting arrest.
'What are you smiling about?' she asked.
Matilda. 『How much better to take him into favour again, than to
hurt yourself by going on in that way. Wouldn’t it be much nicer,
now, to have him all to yourself on good terms, in a companykeeping, love-making, pleasant sort of manner?』
『I don’t know but what it would,』 sobbed Miss Squeers. 『Oh!
』Tilda, how could you have acted so mean and dishonourable! I
wouldn’t have believed it of you, if anybody had told me.』
『Heyday!』 exclaimed Miss Price, giggling. 『One would suppose I
had been murdering somebody at least.』
『Very nigh as bad,』 said Miss Squeers passionately.
『And all this because I happen to have enough of good looks to
make people civil to me,』 cried Miss Price. 『Persons don’t make
their own faces, and it’s no more my fault if mine is a good one
than it is other people’s fault if theirs is a bad one.』
『Hold your tongue,』 shrieked Miss Squeers, in her shrillest tone;
『or you』ll make me slap you, 』Tilda, and afterwards I should be
sorry for it!』
It is needless to say, that, by this time, the temper of each young
lady was in some slight degree affected by the tone of her
conversation, and that a dash of personality was infused into the
altercation, in consequence. Indeed, the quarrel, from slight
beginnings, rose to a considerable height, and was assuming a
very violent complexion, when both parties, falling into a great
passion of tears, exclaimed simultaneously, that they had never
thought of being spoken to in that way: which exclamation,
leading to a remonstrance, gradually brought on an explanation:
and the upshot was, that they fell into each other’s arms and
vowed eternal friendship; the occasion in question making the
fifty-second time of repeating the same impressive ceremony
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within a twelvemonth.
Perfect amicability being thus restored, a dialogue naturally
ensued upon the number and nature of the garments which would
be indispensable for Miss Price’s entrance into the holy state of
matrimony, when Miss Squeers clearly showed that a great many
more than the miller could, or would, afford, were absolutely
necessary, and could not decently be dispensed with. The young
lady then, by an easy digression, led the discourse to her own
wardrobe, and after recounting its principal beauties at some
length, took her friend upstairs to make inspection thereof. The
treasures of two drawers and a closet having been displayed, and
all the smaller articles tried on, it was time for Miss Price to return
home; and as she had been in raptures with all the frocks, and had
been stricken quite dumb with admiration of a new pink scarf,
Miss Squeers said in high good humour, that she would walk part
of the way with her, for the pleasure of her company; and off they
went together: Miss Squeers dilating, as they walked along, upon
her father’s accomplishments: and multiplying his income by ten,
to give her friend some faint notion of the vast importance and
superiority of her family.
It happened that that particular time, comprising the short
daily interval which was suffered to elapse between what was
pleasantly called the dinner of Mr Squeers’s pupils, and their
return to the pursuit of useful knowledge, was precisely the hour
when Nicholas was accustomed to issue forth for a melancholy
walk, and to brood, as he sauntered listlessly through the village,
upon his miserable lot. Miss Squeers knew this perfectly well, but
had perhaps forgotten it, for when she caught sight of that young
gentleman advancing towards them, she evinced many symptoms
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