In a word, after being tried out, the crisp, shrivelled blubber, now called scraps or fritters, still contains considerable of its unctuous properties.

The epicure and the smell-feast.

Sometimes as a child I used to wonder why my brother was called after the man whose very name we were later taught to fear. But then who knows what goes on inside the minds of ambitious, proud Ibo fathers? As most Ibo boys born around that time were called Adolphus after the German leader, Adol is still a fairly common name among the Ibos of Nigeria.

On once more we swung, bumping uneasily along in the antique narrow-gauge coach, with gloomy woods and gathering night outside, shouts and songs (and quacks) inside—this was not at all the sort of train ordained by the logical strategists in Paris—then grinding to a stop at a mysterious halt which was no more than a nameboard in the pinewoods, without even a footpath leading to it, but nevertheless with a solitary passenger stolidly waiting.