Norman Cousins would have got a kick out of this week's issue. He was the former editor of the Saturday Review who, when struck with a debilitating connective-tissue disorder, checked himself out of the hospital and into a hotel room, where he medicated himself with megadoses of vitamin C and endless reruns of Marx Brothers movies and old episodes of Candid Camera--anything that would keep him laughing and relieve his pain. It worked, according to the account he wrote up for the New England Journal of Medicine and later published as a book, Anatomy of an Illness. The disease that practically...
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