Dear sir:

As I read the Straight Dope of August 13 on quinine tonic water, I recalled an anecdote on page one of Edward Kendall’s book, Cortisone (Nobel Prize, 1950). His paternal grandfather (1817-1904) enjoyed the taste of quinine and periodically would place a few crystals from a pocket vial on his tongue with a penknife blade. He had no other vices and never explained his unusual pleasure. Perhaps cases of malaria had occurred in Connecticut in the 19th century.

Stuart Simon