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Recently, one Saturday, I pretended to be sick and got a sub to teach my aerobics classes so that I could spend the whole day with E.S. This seemed like a terrific idea until I actually got sick Friday night. I woke up Saturday coughing and feverish, at which point I proceeded to take as many different cold medicines as I could find in my apartment. E.S. was feeling fine, but since he had not so long before been in a position to get my germs–in several positions, in fact–I suggested that he fortify himself with vitamin C; he replied that he already had. Then we had the following conversation.
FAUSTUS: How much did you take?
E.S.: Five hundred milligrams.
FAUSTUS: That’s not enough. You need to take, like, ten thousand milligrams a day. That’s what I take when I’m worried I’m getting sick, and it always helps.
E.S.: You’d die from ten thousand milligrams.
FAUSTUS (snarkily): And yet I’m still alive.
E.S.: You wouldn’t actually die from ten thousand. I just wanted to make you say “and yet.”
FAUSTUS: Oh my God.
E.S.: Won’t it be great when we live together?