The night before last my aide, a black woman named Rozetta, told me a most extraordinary story. Early in her career when she was working up in Connecticut, she cared for a woman who was 116 years old and had the documentation on her wall to prove it. She had been born into slavery, and worked in the fields. She took no medications, but had lost her sight. She asked Rozetta if she could touch her face and arms, felt her biceps, and declared, "You would have been a breeder."