Matt Barton

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She was ejecting great quantities of fluid from her stomach, which saturated the whole room with an amyl-like odour. Her face was grayish-white, her pupils widely dilated, her eyes glassy and vacantly rolling in their sockets. The mouth was wide open, breathing spasmodic and irregular. This account was made by a doctor in Evansville, Indiana, after treating a young woman who had swallowed a dessert-spoon of amyl nitrite by mistake. His antidote was coffee, opium and a massage.
Deep Sniff: A History of Poppers and Queer Futures
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