Vaporub Quotes

There was nothing I wanted more than my mom’s hugs and her unwavering belief that Vicks VapoRub will cure everything, including a broken heart.

her unwavering belief that Vicks VapoRub will cure everything, including a broken heart.

Uncle Earl believes strongly in Jesus, Moses, the healing power of crystals, the Freemasons, the Illuminati, that aliens landed at Roswell but the government is suppressing it, secret histories, faith-healing, snake-handling, that there is an invention that will replace gasoline but the oil companies are suppressing it, chemtrails, demon-possession, the astonishing powers of Vicks VapoRub, and that there’s proof that aliens contacted the Mayans and the Aztecs and probably the Egyptians, but the scientists are suppressing it. He believes in Skunk Ape, Chupacabras, and he positively adores Mothman. He is not Catholic, but he believes in the miracle of Fatima, visions of Mary appearing on toast, and he is nearly positive that the end times are upon us, but seems to be okay with this, provided it does not interfere with museum hours.

Get rid of nighttime coughs by putting Vicks VapoRub on your feet and then placing socks over them. Your cough will stop within minutes. 411

What’s all them blue jars for?” I whisper, “Vicks VapoRub. Daddy uses it for everything. Colds, bug bites, cuts, bee stings, dry skin, bruises, headaches, sore muscles.

All about them the golden girls, shopping for dainties in Lairville. Even in the midst of the wild-maned winter's chill, skipping about in sneakers and sweatsocks, cream-colored raincoats. A generation in the mold, the Great White Pattern Maker lying in his prosperous bed, grinning while the liquid cools. But he does not know my bellows. Someone there is who will huff and will puff. The sophmores in their new junior blazers, like Saturday's magazines out on Thursday. Freshly covered textbooks from the campus store, slide rules dangling in leather, sheathed broadswords, chinos scrubbed to the virgin fiber, starch pressed into straight-razor creases, Oxford shirts buttoned down under crewneck sweaters, blue eyes bobbing everywhere, stunned by the android synthesis of one-a-day vitamins, Tropicana orange juice, fresh country eggs, Kraft homogenized cheese, tetra-packs of fortified milk, Cheerios with sun-ripened bananas, corn-flake-breaded chicken, hot fudge sundaes, Dairy Queen root beer floats, cheeseburgers, hybrid creamed corn, riboflavin extract, brewer's yeast, crunchy peanut butter, tuna fish casseroles, pancakes and imitation maple syrup, chuck steaks, occasional Maine lobster, Social Tea biscuits, defatted wheat germ, Kellogg's Concentrate, chopped string beans, Wonderbread, Birds Eye frozen peas, shredded spinach, French-fried onion rings, escarole salads, lentil stews, sundry fowl innards, Pecan Sandies, Almond Joys, aureomycin, penicillin, antitetanus toxoid, smallpox vaccine, Alka-Seltzer, Empirin, Vicks VapoRub, Arrid with chlorophyll, Super Anahist nose spray, Dristan decongestant, billions of cubic feet of wholesome, reconditioned breathing air, and the more wholesome breeds of fraternal exercise available to Western man. Ah, the regimented good will and force-fed confidence of those who are not meek but will inherit the earth all the same.

Her vision was simple,” Wilson wrote later. She wanted a small place with a little kitchen and a bathroom. It would have her favorite things in it, including her cat, her unfinished projects, her Vicks VapoRub, a coffeepot, and cigarettes. There would be people to help her with the things she couldn’t do without help. In the imaginary place, she would be able to lock her door, control her heat, and have her own furniture. No one would make her get up, turn off her favorite soaps, or ruin her clothes.

We were remarkably well-behaved in my estimation. I do remember coming down that narrow staircase and getting walloped with a hairbrush for sassing Mom. I think it was the better alternative to her bare hand, because Mom was proud that she could type seven carbon copies at one time as a secretary, pounding on a manual typewriter. I didn’t even like the feel of her spreading Vick’s VapoRub on my chest because her hands were so strong. I can recall one tiny infraction that Linda was involved in. One day, with permission, Linda and I walked up to the 5 and 10 cent store three blocks away, and when we returned Linda had a slightly melted candy bar in her pocket. “Where in the world did you get that, Linda?” “In the store of course. I saw this candy bar and thought it might taste good. Do you want to share it with me?” “No, because we didn’t pay for it, and now we’ll have to go tell Mom.” She scolded Linda and said we’d have to go back tomorrow, apologize to the man and pay for it, and we did just that. I took the job of watching over my three sisters very seriously, but once in a while I’d slip up.

Como todos los asesinos norteamericanos, yo también he leído "The Catcher in the Rye", "El guardián entre el centeno", o como se titule en la traducción catalana. Lo que más me impresionó es que no recuerdo qué personaje de la novela de Salinger "tenía la habitación llena de pastillas y medicamentos y olía a Vicks VapoRub". Cuando leí aquello me quedé sorprendido. Fue un shock descubrir que Vicks VapoRub no era una empresa catalana, como yo siempre había pensado, como La Caixa o la Damm. Al principio quise engañarme durante un tiempo y decidí que aquella referencia era una licencia del traductor. ¡Pero no! Años más tarde leí otro libro de Salinger, "Franny and Zoey", y en un momento en que Zoey, una de las protagonistas, abre el armario de los medicamentos, se puede ver (o leer) que, entre otras cosas, el armario contiene "una caja pequeña, sin etiqueta, de supositorios de glicerina, gotas nasales Vicks, Vicks VapoRub ...”. Ya no podía seguir engañándome más, así que armado de valor decidí buscar la verdad y averigüé que Vicks VapoRub es un producto de la casa Vicks, que pertenece a Procter and Gamble, con sede en Estados Unidos. La catalanidad de Vicks VapoRub está, por tanto, descartada para siempre. Leer nos da muchas veces satisfacciones inigualables; otra, como en este caso, también puede producir disgustos. Los motivos de la fijación de Salinger con el Vicks VapoRub, por otra parte, se me escapan.