Ed Yong's germ book is called "I Contain Multitudes," and is about the good germs that Walt Whitman, among other people, are full of. There are germs all over us and there's nothing we can do about it except take a lot of antibiotics, which according to Ed Yong would destroy our bodies and probably give rise to new strange germs that decide to colonize our carcasses.
Celebrations are in order for the ten billionth time someone put the part of "Song of Myself" that Ed Yong took his book's name from on the web:
Walt Whitman was not referring to germs, as that phylum of animals would not be invented until after his death, but rather to the many devils that roommated with the germs inside of his body, devils that did two things:
1. Force a serious tautology (If I contradict myself, then I contradict myself) out of what I was under the moronic impression was a discussion of contradictions.
2. Ruin Ed Yong's book's title, which is supposed to refer to good beings, such as Actinomyces viscosus, which lived inside of Walt Whitman's mouth and is currently living in ours, and does good things like probably make saliva or whatever.
If I might suggest to Mr. Yong something very slight it would be that he find a different title for his book, or if this is impossible, to write a sequel about all of the evil bacteria that make people sick out of malice, like me, coughing and tea-drinking, right now. This sequel, as it cannot be named "I Contain Multitudes 2," for a variety of reasons you can email me privately for, can instead be called something like "My Name Is Legion, For We Are Many," after the tale of the exorcism of the Gerasene Demoniac in the Synoptic Gospels.
If you are interested in co-authoring this book with me, Dr. Yong, I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. I look forward to hearing back from you, and thank you for this opportunity.
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