Anyway, where was I? En route to the The End Of Gout Third World War by the sound of things! Now my author is running late to discuss the new health strategy on television, but it doesn't matter for after the Twin Towers, the money to fund has run out, so you can blame me for that as well. So, we'd better speed up through the centuries to the dear old Clausthalian physician, Robert Koch. Robert was born the same year that Richard Wagner wrote "The Flying Dutchman", and astounded his parents at the age of five by telling them that he could read the newspaper. There's always one! In 1872, he then volunteered to become the District Medical Officer for Wollstein to do his bit for the Fatherland in the Franco-Prussian War. Being bored in his little flat in the long French evenings, he took to working out why I had so many fans among the livestock of the village. Well, you should have seen him, dissecting me out from the spleens of cattle with a kitchen knife, inoculating mice he found with little slivers of wood, growing my families to be sturdy on meals of ox's eyes and potatoes. Well, you had to be proud of him, especially when you consider that Saddam later spent millions trying to do the same. All the poor doctor had was an old microscope and from that he laid down the conditions, known as Koch's postulates, which must be satisfied before it can be accepted a particular bacteria cause a particular disease. Then to get back to the land of the Pharaoh, in 1883 he went to Egypt to investigate an outbreak of cholera and discovered Haemophilus aegyptius was the cause of Egyptian ophthalmia. But that's another days work. Until Robert Koch appeared on the scene, I struck terror in every village as I wiped out entire livestock after the grazing animals consumed my endospores, which were hidden in soil.
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