What then, you will say, must a man sit with his chops and fingers up to the ears and knuckles in grease? No; let those who cannot eat without defiling themselves, step into another room, provided with basons and towels: but I think it would be better to institute schools, where youth may learn to eat their victuals, without daubing themselves, or giving offence to the eyes of one another.

[…] her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty, mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe) […]

We don't understand what he's saying, of course, but he looks like he knows what he's saying. There's a certain something that emanates from a confused patient that this fellow doesn't have. I sure wish I had more 'terps. Well, we're not going to CT him right away.

the paganic fables of the gods