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288 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2010
Leon Gozlan, a friend, had fun describing him at mealtimes: "[His] lips quivered, his eyes lit up with delight, his hands shook with pleasure on seeing a pyramid of pears or beautiful peaches. There would not be a single one left to go and describe the defeat to the rest.He devoured the lot. He was a magnificent example of vegetal Pantagruelism, tie whipped off, shirt open, knife in hand...[he] laughed explosively, like a bomb...then his chest would swell and his shoulders would dance beneath his jubilant chin...We thought we were seeing Rabelais at the Manse of Theleme Abbey. He melted for joy."
One of the keenest pleasures of Pons' old life, one of the joys of the dinner-table parasite, was the "surprise," the thrill produced by the extra dainty dish added triumphantly to the bill of fare by the mistress of a bourgeois house, to give a festive air to a dinner. Pons' stomach hankered after that gastronomical satisfaction.... Dinner proceeded without le plat couvert, as our grandsires called it.... Pons had too much delicacy to grumble; but if the case of unappreciated genius is hard, it goes harder still with the stomach whose claims are ignored.As M. de Mortsauf says in The Lily of the Valley, "all our emotions converge on the gastric centres."