Indulgence in retrospect is not a futility or senility—it is the secret of eternal youth. In those rare moments of sanity, snatched from an existence satiated with dough-getters, synthetic sinners, strong strident men, and the wool of the bull, an existence in which Youth and Beauty is sacrificed on the cash-register of Loot and Booty, let us slip back into mental rompers; let us experience again the soothing influence of hot asphalt on the soles of the bare feet; let us sniff the elusive odour of good red clay on a winter's day, and perchance feel it welling greasily but fascinatingly up between the toes; let us indulge in the time-honoured practice of neglecting to wash behind the ears; let us Eat—not merely eat, but Eat!!!