Feb 26, 2018 15:21
When Fraser was much younger, that is approximately twenty years younger, his Grandmother had always insisted upon a large spoonful of cod liver oil to be ingested by Fraser before he was permitted to go to bed. Grandmother swore, figuratively since she abhorred certain words of Anglo-Saxon origin, that the consumption of this vile-tasting nostrum was necessary for the healthy growth and mental fortitude of young men. The logic of this was always opaque to Fraser, their diet containing many foodstuffs of marine nature and preponderance towards canned herring ; it was why an additional fish extract was necessary.
When Fraser was old enough to fully articulate his opinion regarding this illogical, and perhaps dangerously excessive, surfeit, his Grandmother re-iterated the necessity for healthy growth, mental development and moral fortitude and then added another, more novel and incomprehensible, virtue possessed by the vile liquid; it prevented masturbation, self-abuse and damage to his generative member. Fraser understood absolutely none of this and, it seemed, nor did the dictionary.
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