ABSTRACT
The bald, middle-aged man rushed from one woman to another, muttering incoherently and handing them circulars as they traversed the crowded streets of Budapest. The circulars were addressed to prospective mothers and warned them that they should beware of doctors who would kill them. “They say I am mad,” the circular continued, “but I seek only to help you. I am your friend, Ignaz Philipp Semmelweis.”
