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As I worked, I thought with pleasure of how profoundly the great Alexander Fleming had changed the world when he accidentally sneezed into a petri dish. After the sneeze, Fleming noticed that the bacteria in the dish were shrinking back. It wasn't long before he had isolated a particular protein in his snot that repelled bacteria. He called it lysozyme, and it was this substance for which I was now testing.

"Someone told me about a family that lived in a great rambling old mansion not far from here: an eccentric colonel and a family of girls running wild like a lot of red Indians. You're not one of them, are you?"
She saw instantly by the look on my face that I was.
"Oh, you poor child!" she said. "I'm sorry”
"It's quite all right," I told her. "It's far worse than that actually, but I don't like to talk about it."

"Hmmm," she said. "You look like the kind of kid who might have."
For the first time in my life, I was speechless.
"I don't smoke," I managed.
"And why is that?" she asked. "Too young or too wise?"
"I was thinking of taking it up next week," I said lamely. "I just hadn't actually got round to it yet."

It is a simple fact of nature that while most men can walk right past a weeping woman as if their eyes are blinkered and their ears stopped up with sand, no female can ever hear the sound of another in distress without rushing instantly to her aid.