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Show 76 here and there in the firm to check morale, since he was known by sight himself. "Actually the salary is all right," he said. "I'm just here for the summer." "The buggers up front aren't interested in whether you're here for the summer or whether you're a smart college boy or anything else. They're interested in whether they have to pay a settlement. How do you know what you got isn't TB?" "I'm pretty sure it's not," said Lorin, feeling prickly sweat on his forehead. "You had a patch test? You had a sputum test?" "No." "I know what I'm talking about," the man said. His eyes, Lorin noticed, were red-rimmed. "You're young, you think you can snap back from anything. You don't know your whole system can rot like a dead peach. I'll tell you something. You say you don't smoke but my guess is you're eating a lot of crap that poisons your body just as bad. You probably eat meat, for instance." "Actually I do. Listen, I have a key to the stockroom." "Worst thing in the world for you. You probably eat eggs too." "Yes." "Christ, that's what I thought. Those things are animal products, man. You know what animal products do? They make your body store up waste products. They cause degenerative diseases like heart attacks and cancer. I'm afraid to ask if you drink milk. You know what milk does? Milk produces mucus. Milk's the hardest thing in the world to digest." It occurred to Lorin that this might be a ruse to keep his attention |