"Genius does not abide in meat. A fat man is merely a fat animal. A lofty soul abhors fat. A healthy stomach and normality denote merely the average mortal and the average mortal is nothing but a boor."
"And such paradoxes are merely chaff."
"For asses and pseudo-intelligentsia."
"Dixit, brother! The Rhenish speaks through your lips."
"Begin all over again!" interrupted Glas, grabbing them both around the neck.
"If it is to drink, good; if it is to talk, I'll say good night!" yelled Kotlicki.
"Then let us drink!"
"Wawrzecki, dog's face! Get Mimi and another girl and we'll arrange a little chorus."
They immediately got together and intoned a gay song. Only Glogowski did not sing, for he leaned against Cabinski and fell fast asleep and Janina's head was so heavy that she could not utter a single tone.
The singing continued with increasing gayety, while Janina felt an irresistible drowsiness overpowering her, felt herself reeling from her chair.