“Ever since Nature presented me at birth with a set
of thirty-two flawless little pearls of assorted sizes, I never once relaxed my
vigilant stewardship of same. From the age of six onward, I constantly polished
the enamel with peanut brittle, massaged the incisors twice daily with
lollipops, and chewed taffy and chocolate-covered caramels faithfully to
exercise the gums. As for consulting a dentist regularly, my punctuality
practically amounted to a fetish. Every twelve years I would drop whatever I
was doing and allow wild Caucasian ponies to drag me to a reputable
orthodontist. I guess you might say I was hipped on the subject of dental care.”—American
humorist and screenwriter S.J. Perelman (1904-1979), “Dental or Mental, I Say
It’s Spinach,” in The Most of S.J. Perelman (1958)
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