vish gifts and fine food; no expense would be spared to make them happy. With her was a merry, wealthy landowner. His motto was to live for pleasure, and he had adequate funds to indulge himself with. He was a fat man; he always had to choose first class because he could not get himself to fit inside the coach airplane seat. His girth was like a sumo wrestler, and he ate like one too. Food and drink were both most copious in his manor; he was well stocked with every possible delicacy. He ate nothing but the best: pheasant, veal, and stuffed crab were his favorites, and he fired many a cook because his soup lacked the sharp taste he liked. The entire basement was devoted to his well stocked and varied wine cellar; and in addition to faucets for hot and cold water was a faucet for wine. A devotee and great patron of the arts and theatre, he would frequent restaurants after attending the theatre where he would consume as many as thirty dishes, including: two soups, veal and vegetables, stuffed pheasant, a salad, and ice cream for dessert. As a patron of the arts, he donated paintings and sculptures regularly to the local museums, and his own private collection was impressive. He had previously served on the museum board and as director of the theatre. There was no one more deserving of his lifestyle than he. With us was a worker in a factory who was quite a boisterous pilgrim. He was a big and brawny fellow, whose body was well suited for manual labor. His shoulders were broad and wide, his arms were thick. He could easily break open a locked door or any piece of wood like a kung-fu master; he was as strong as an ox, and often acted like one. A well-sized hamburger could easily fit within the caverns of his mouth, and when he guffawed the noise was loud enough to be heard from the other end of his factory. He was a chatterbox, and loved to hear and tell gossip. An equally proficient skill was his ability to tell tales o...
