one cannot enjoy life with gusto unless he renounce the too-sober view of life. But since the too-sober view is, doubtless, nearer true than the too-drunken; I, who rate truth, though cold water, above untruth, though Tokay, will stick to my earthen jug."
"I see," slowly spirting upward a spiral staircase of lazy smoke, "I see; you go in for the lofty."
"How?"
"Oh, nothing! but if I wasn't afraid of prosing, I might tell another story about an old boot in a pie man's loft, contracting there between sun and oven an unseemly, dry-seasoned curl and warp. You've seen such leathery old garretteers, haven't you? Very high, sober, solitary, philosophic, grand, old boots, indeed; but I, for my part, would rather be the pieman's trodden slipper on the ground. Talking of piemen, humble-pie before proud-cake for me. This notion of being lone and lofty is a sad mistake. Men I hold in this respect to be like roosters; the one that betakes himself to a lone and lofty perch is the hen-pecked one, or the one that has the pip."
"You are abusive!" cried the bachelor, evidently touched.
"Who is abused? You, or the race? You won't stand by and see the human race abused? Oh, then, you have some respect for the human race."
"I have some respect for myself," with a lip not so firm as before.
And what race may you belong to? now don't you see, my dear fellow, in what inconsistencies one involves
