throat," said his comrade on the next throne.
"That is the stuff to make this sort of cookery
relish well. Though I must needs say, the wine-
has a queer taste too. But the more I drink of
it, the better I like the flavor."

Whatever little fault they might find with the
dishes, they sat at dinner a prodigiously long
while; and it would really have made you
ashamed to see how they swilled down the
liquor and gobbled up the food. They sat on
golden thrones, to be sure; but they behaved
like pigs in a sty; and, if they had had their
wits about them, they might have guessed that
this was the opinion of their beautiful hostess
and her maidens. It brings a blush into my
face to reckon up, in my own mind, what moun-
tains of meat and pudding, and what gallons
of wine, these two and twenty guzzlers and gor-
mandizers ate and drank. They forgot all about
their homes, and their wives and children, and
all about Ulysses, and every thing else, except this
banquet, at which they wanted to keep feast-
ing forever. But at length they began to give
over, from mere incapacity to hold any more.

"That last bit of fat is too much for me,"
said one.

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