"Tell me ow it comes that your little waitress and her railway clerk come down to Epping Forest to regale themselves on sandwiches made from coal-black, treacle-cured Bradenham ham, which long ago ran as a young wild boar about these woodlands, till death translated it to an incorruptible and more glorious body? I may add that it costs about 3s. a pound uncooked = and argument which you will allow to be weighty."
"That's odd, certainly," said Parker. "I imagine that only rich people - "
"Only rich people or people who understand eating as a fine art," said Wimsey. "The two are by no means identical, though they occasionally overlap."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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