Let me tell you something about
Virginia Woolf you won't read anywhere else.
She had terrible breath.
It smelled like yogurt that's
passed through a goat's intestine.
To make it worse, she was a close-talker.
One day when I could tell she was feeling particularly
crazy,
I said,
"Before you come and talk to me up close,
check your breath,"
and she pretty much lost it
and started pulling her hair
and throwing things all over the room.
(Madness is so funny to watch.)
My point is, it's no wonder Altoids became
the breath mint of choice in England during
Virginia Woolf's lifetime.
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