"Why not?"
That was how he answered himself. He stretched out his left hand, but only smacked it with his right.
"Will you have a plague?"
"Let it be a plague."
"Then have two."
And he did not cease from cracking the nuts, and crunching them like a horse. It was not enough that he sat eating and gave none to the other, but he said to him:
"Listen, Getzel, to what I will ask you. How, for example, do you feel while I am eating and you are only looking on?"
"How do I feel? May you have such a year!"
"Ah, I see you've got a temper. Here is a kernel for you."
And Getzel's right hand gave the left a kernel. The right turned upside down. The left hand smacked the right. The left hand smacked the right cheek. Then the right hand smacked the left cheek twice. The left hand caught hold of the right lapel of his coat, and the right hand at once tore off the left lapel, from top to bottom. The left hand pulled the right earlock. The right hand gave the left ear a terrible bang.