How does one even begin to cope with the stress?

[Servants = interns, estate = hospital. Oh Jesus.]

It again comes to the glorification of objects. They don't think independently, they never will. They can be programmed or fine tuned to do mundane tasks but to find a cancer there needs to be a mind and hand behind it. Pills don't do everything.

[Except for vicodin. It always does everything House wants.]