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But I have never admired the "natural" or believed in the "wisdom of the body". Death is as "natural" as anything gets, and the body has always seemed to me like a retarted Siamese twin dragging along behind me, a hysteric really, dangerously overreacting, in my case, to everyday allergens and minute ingestions of sugar. I would put my faith in science, even if it meant that the dumb old body was about to be transmogrified into an evil clown - puking, trembling, swelling, surrendering significant parts, and oozing postsurgical fluids.