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The marriage ended, and my two sons wound up residing with their mother and her new husband in Asheville, North Carolina. Was it art? A white-haired woman in army-green sneakers picked litter off the sidewalk with a long set of bamboo tongs. In the morning they would carry the baby and a fat zipper pouch of documents to the adoption registration office, where they would present small gifts and attempt to correctly pronounce her Chinese name before receiving the stamped and embossed page that would make the adoption final. Grimly, using just the one hand, he produced several items from a diaper bag and arranged them on the table.
The arsenic century : how Victorian Britain was poisoned at home, work, and play
The story of arsenic in Victorian Britain, looking both at its widespread presence in everything from candles to curtains, and also its more sinister use for murder and suicide.
Civilisation and the colon: constipation as the “disease of diseases”
9 Autointoxication not only bore the imprimatur of the most modern medical science, it met a clinical need to come up with an explanation and diagnosis for all those exasperating patients who insist that they are sick but are unable to present the physician with any clear organic disease to prove it. [...]even though autointoxication was, to paraphrase Pudd'nhead Wilson, nothing more than constipation with a college education, it became its era's catchall diagnosis, the pigeonhole into which cases of headache, indigestion, impotence, nervousness, insomnia, or any number of other functional disorders of indeterminate origin could be placed.