( Two gentlemen, stranded in a space of little privacy, should be able to resign themselves to the fate of quiet, grudging mutual tolerance. Should not necessarily fall into the trappings of false conversation.

And yet, here they are, and this man speaks of — food. With academic detail. )

Fasting pleases the body. ( Perhaps, should all else fail? If these grounds can drink down blood in thick, plump beads, surely they cannot afford to complain of the choices before them? )