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From: Peter Bowditch <myfirstname@ratbags.com>
Newsgroups: misc.health.alternative
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Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2004 09:11:05 GMT


Subject:    Pasteur - "... so many others protected against the
            infinitesimally small"

You will all remember the nonsensical claims made by the more extreme
medicine bashers about how an unnamed biographer recorded Pasteur's
last words, and that the great man had said some idiocy like "it's
really the dirt". Of course, if Pasteur had been really demented and
announced on his death bed that germs were little coloured flashing
lights attached to tangles of green wires and you could see them on
Christmas trees this would not have altered the facts. For some
reason, however, the story of how he had renounced the germ theory of
disease gives comfort to those with minds so decayed that they believe
that all medical knowledge was complete at the end of the American
Civil War.

My 1926 copy of "The Life of Pasteur" by R. Vallery-Radot arrived
today. I hope that I am in this good a condition when I'm 78 years
old. I will quote the last four paragraphs, and I invite people to
save these words and fling them back the next time some liar says that
Louis Pasteur supported their delusions. (I have typed these words,
with my "own widdle fingers" as some would say, because I was not
about to force the book to conform to the glass on my scanner.)

Please note that the quackery supporters' derogation of Pasteur's
memory also implies an attack on the countless millions of people,
both children and adults, who lived (and continue to live) longer and
happier lives because of what this man did. Part of the reason that
they need to damage his epitaph is that they realise that the
witchcraft and pretend medicine which they espouse will never throw up
a person with a millionth of Pasteur's qualities, even if given a
million years to do it. They resent goodness and genius because the
presence of these shines a searchlight on the mediocrity and duplicity
which are all they can offer.

Here is what Pasteur's biographer, one with a real name, had to say:

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    Pasteur's strength diminished day by day, he now could hardly walk.
    When he was seated in the Park, his grandchildren around him suggested
    young rose trees climbing around the trunk of a dying oak. The
    paralysis was increasing, and speech was becoming more and more
    difficult. The eyes alone remained bright and clear; Pasteur was
    witnessing the ruin of what in him was perishable.

    How willingly they would have given a moment of their lives to prolong
    his, those thousands of human beings whose existence had been saved by
    his methods; sick children, women in lying-in hospitals, patients
    operated on in surgical wards, victims of rabid dogs saved from
    hydrophobia, and so many others protected against the infinitesimally
    small! But, whilst visions of those living beings passed through the
    minds of his family, it seemed as if Pasteur already saw those dead
    ones who, like him, had preserved absolute faith in the Future Life.

    The last week in September he was no longer strong enough to leave his
    bed, his weakness was extreme. On September 27, as he was offered a
    cup of milk: "I cannot," he murmured; his eyes looked around him with
    an unspeakable expression of resignation, love and farewell. His head
    fell back on the pillows and he slept; but, after this delusive rest,
    suddenly came the gaspings of agony. For twenty-four hours he remained
    motionless, his eyes closed, his body almost entirely paralyzed; one
    of his hands rested in that of Mme. Pasteur, the other held a
    crucifix.

    This, surrounded by his family and disciples, in this room of almost
    monastic simplicity, on Saturday, September 28, 1895, at 4:40 in the
    afternoon, very peacefully, he passed away.
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