“My whole life I have been ingesting poisons that my great-great-grandfather never, ever encountered, and taking the averages I will probably live thirty to forty years longer than he did . . . You don’t slip someone poison in order to slightly retard the progress of his galloping and ever-burgeoning health. Poison kills people, plunk” (Confessions of a Food Catholic, p. 60).
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