Four and twenty fat women sat in a row. They hardly knew where they wereand didn't care. Eleven stories below, in Chicago's Loop, riveters chattered, but all they heard was a soothing, syrupy voice. Said the voice: "Close your eyes and relax." They did. "You are going to be deep, deep asleep in a few minutes." They slept.
The molasses voice flowed on: "You will be unable to use sugar, starches, oils or fats in your foods....Even the thought of them will be repulsive to you....You will not drink carbonated drinks any more, nor beer, nor liquor....You will end your bedtime...
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