And Conscience ask a curious sort of question,
About the right divine how far we should
Sell flesh and blood. When dinner has oppressed one,
I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour
Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four.
XXXI.
Voltaire says "No:" he tells you that Candide
Found life most tolerable after meals;[277]
He's wrong—unless man were a pig, indeed,
Repletion rather adds to what he feels,