"It will serve," he insisted hotly, "When I've found the damned solution to all this. I cannot possibly be reconciled to the fact that we — a magical society that has existed for centuries, who can travel at will throughout the country and create magical artifacts whose magic endures for generations — some even capable of creating that blasted fog, of all things — that we cannot manage to knit back together two measly inches of a man's spine," he declared indignantly. "It's human indolence, human ignorance that has seen me thus confined, and I will not accept it."