Eating the food was the least part. Eighty Chinese attracted him to the Gate of Cats where he saw a gruesome display by some men. The food was good, all the same. Rarebit and stockade rice was one dish known by a different name to the people around him. He didn't use chopsticks. The things he could buy were too numerous to mention. "Lose yourself," the merchants said. "Don't worry about price or misfortune. In the provinces they refer to us as men of no difficulty."
Later he succumbed to the charms of the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister invited him to his mansion by the highway and treated him to boys, first, then girls, then Chinese soda-pop from the province of T. The large man understood that to take the gifts was rude. Finally he saw a movie by the premier Chinese movie director, Sergio B.
The way home involved an expenditure of effort by S. K. R. in Geneva and Q. N. in New York.