But then, having read his latest book, I actually know an awful lot about his diet. How he doesn't eat sugar, any fruits which "don't have a Greek or Hebrew name" or any liquid which is less than 1,000 years old. Just as I know that he doesn't like air-conditioning, soccer moms, sunscreen and copy editors. That he believes the "non-natural" has to prove its harmlessness. That America tranquillises its children with drugs and pathologises sadness. That he values honour above all things, banging on about it so much that at times he comes across as a medieval knight who's got lost somewhere in the space-time continuum. And that several times a week he goes and lifts weights in a basement gym with a bunch of doormen.
"experience is devoid of the cherry-picking that we find in studies".
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