<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><xml><records><record><source-app name="HighWire" version="7.x">Drupal-HighWire</source-app><ref-type name="Journal Article">17</ref-type><contributors><authors><author><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">Jones, Roger</style></author></authors><secondary-authors></secondary-authors></contributors><titles><title><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">Lost for Words</style></title><secondary-title><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">British Journal of General Practice</style></secondary-title></titles><dates><year><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">2014</style></year><pub-dates><date><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">2014-09-01 00:00:00</style></date></pub-dates></dates><pages><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">436-436</style></pages><doi><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">10.3399/bjgp14X681217</style></doi><volume><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">64</style></volume><issue><style face="normal" font="default" size="100%">626</style></issue><abstract><style  face="normal" font="default" size="100%">In her essay On being Ill,1 Virginia Woolf wrote that: ‘Illness is a part of every human being’s experience. It enhances our perceptions and reduces self-consciousness. It is the great confessional; things are said, truths are blurted out which health conceals,’And later in the same essay: ‘Let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry. There is nothing ready made for him. He is forced to coin words himself, and, taking his pain in one hand, and a lump of pure sound in the other (as perhaps the people of Babel did in the beginning), so to crush them together that a brand new word in the end drops out. Probably …</style></abstract></record></records></xml>