The Destroyer 88. [antikvár]

On the day they suspended his disemboweled body from a tree and drank his salty blood as it bubbled, still warm, from his réd, open throat, Gregory Green Gideon was worried about his country's salvation.There was a terrible irony in this. Gregory Green Gideon believed in health. It was his abid-ing passion. Yet his unexpected evisceration was destined to enable the greatest menace to the health of the United States since the swine flu to flourish in the very tempie' Gregory Green Gideon had consecrated to saving America from dietary perdition.Like most true believers in a great cause, Gideon was not born into his faith, but was a convert to it.Right up to the very day he quit the Happy Face Ice Gream Company of West Caldwell, New Jersey, to start his own health food concern in the wilds of Woodstock, New York, Gregory Green Gideon had been an unrepentant marketeer of solid sugar frozen foodstuffs. His was a career that blazed across much of the fifties and sixtiesthe Golden Age of Sugar in American life.