innocents. Eat, drink and be merry. Then casual wards full after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mighty cheese.
―Have you a cheese sandwich?
―Yes, sir.
Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of burgundy; take away that. Lubricate.
A nice salad, cool as a cucumber. Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion.
God made food, the devil the cooks.
Devilled crab.
―Wife well?
―Quite well, thanks …
A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
―Yes, sir.
Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
―Doing