""Quos deus perdere vult, dementat prius!"* — do you know it, mascot? Those whom God wishes to destroy, He first drives mad. The Doctor quoted it at me this morning. At me. The arrogance—"

"I quoted it," the Plague Doctor says quietly, in that archaic gentleness, turning at last, "at the city. Not at you. You merely identified with it." The dark eyes behind the beak find you, and soften, somehow, the way they always do. "The mask finds Latin wherever it goes. It believes elegance is the same thing as truth."

You live in a area of sickness where the great Pestilence is running crazy and you are visited by two doctors...?