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If Time, So Fleeting, Must Like Humans Die, Let It Be Filled With Good Food And Good Talk, And Then Embalmed In The Perfumes Of Conviviality.

You May Feel That You Have Eaten Too Much...but This Pastry Is Like Feathers - It Is Like Snow. It Is In Fact Good For You, A Digestive!

Digestion Is One Of The Most Delicately Balanced Of All Human And Perhaps Angelic Functions.

... There Can Be No More Shameless Carelessness Than With The Food We Eat For Life Itself.

Death ... So Seldom Happens Nowadays In The Awesome Quiet Of A Familiar Chamber. Most Of Us Die Violently, Thanks To The Advance Of Science And Warfare. If By Chance We Are Meant To End Life In Our Beds, We Are Whisked Like Pox Victims To The Nearest Hospital, Where We Are Kept As Alone And Unaware As Possible Of The Approach Of Disintegration.