“Retirement should be a happier time, conditioned upon not being ill.#”

Source: Sugar Daddy

&quot;Chiropractic&quot; in Baltimore Evening Sun http://www.chirobase.org/12Hx/mencken.html (December 1924) <br class="br">1920s <br class="br">Context: This preposterous quackery flourishes lushly in the back reaches of the Republic, and begins to conquer the less civilized folk of the big cities. As the oldtime family doctor dies out in the country towns, with no competent successor willing to take over his dismal business, he is followed by some hearty blacksmith or ice-wagon driver, turned into a chiropractor in six months, often by correspondence. In Los Angeles the Damned there are probably more chiropractors than actual physicians, and they are far more generally esteemed. Proceeding from the Ambassador Hotel to the heart of the town, along Wilshire boulevard, one passes scores of their gaudy signs; there are even many chiropractic &quot;hospitals.&quot; The morons who pour in from the prairies and deserts, most of them ailing, patronize these &quot;hospitals&quot; copiously, and give to the chiropractic pathology the same high respect that they accord to the theology of the town sorcerers. That pathology is grounded upon the doctrine that all human ills are caused by the pressure of misplaced vertebra upon the nerves which come out of the spinal cord—in other words, that every disease is the result of a pinch. This, plainly enough, is buncombe. The chiropractic therapeutics rest upon the doctrine that the way to get rid of such pinches is to climb upon a table and submit to a heroic pummeling by a retired piano-mover. This, obviously, is buncombe doubly damned.

Source: The Phoenix and the Mirror (1969), Chapter 10

"Princess Diana Charity Work", Biography Online

Source: The Myth of Male Power (1993), Part II: The Glass Cellars of the disposable sex, p. 174.

Source: The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory (1983), p. 77

Persuasion (1817)
Works, Persuasion
Source: Pride and Prejudice

Ibid., p. 218
The Book of Disquiet
Original: Ser major reformado parece-me uma coisa ideal. É pena não se poder ter sido eternamente apenas major reformado.