What do you if you're a normal person with a normal job, you got a
cubicle with flame retardants [inaudible 00:40:45]
in it, you're exposed to stuff
in your workplace, you're exposed
in your car to whatever the heck is the new car smell which is mostly bad news for your hormones, like you're bathed
in this stuff and you got on an airplane, you fly
somewhere, what's the protective mechanism?
Somewhere in a
cubicle at the American Booksellers Association, or
in the back office of a courageous indie bookstore, I like to imagine someone secretly preparing a «Nixon Goes to China» book - world shocker.