The Story Of Louis Pasteur 1936 Movie

The hospitals of Paris are pest houses. There's scarcely a doctor in the city who's not carrying death on his hands and instruments. Because of microbes, monsieur? Your private menagerie of invisible fleas? Exactly. They breathe in filth. They may start from the gutter of Paris tonight and by tomorrow drain some other from this very core. Stop! You should know better, monsieur. The Comtesse Gabrielle is Her Majesty's suitor. I forbid any more. One drop of this rabies virus on the slightest patch will kill a man. And I hold enough in my hand to wipe out a whole city. Ridiculous! To think that this could kill a man! Stop it! To have you predict the hour of my death.