Rogere invited Olive and me to a dinner. After his extreme rudeness, especially at the Bizeat, I was rather surprised. But Olive and I had rescued his brother---. Anyway, we went. We were not the only guests; there must have been 300 people, all in very fancy clothes which made me look pretty dull I think, but nobody seemed to notice much.
I think I need to explain; I have this problem, This difficulty. I have a hard time with great excess, opulence, waste. I do enjoy a small taste of it, but more that sample just feels wrong to me. The idea that I would have more meats, sweets, and other rich foods, beers, wines, and spirits; sparkling glasses, serving dishes, shining cutlery, all of which if not used or consumed by guests to be destined for the trash packer, seems fairly horrible. And t
