"You said that in Nobeoka there aren't any ostentatious rogues, the kind who employ their charm to cut another down."
"Ostentatious rogues is inadequate."
"Then what should I have said?"
"You should have said fellows who are ostentatious rogues, who are swindlers, who are frauds, who are hypocrites, who are lechers, who are snitches, who would be bona fide dogs if they only said woof."
"I can't rattle off a phrase like that. You're quite articulate. For one thing, you have an impressive arsenal of vocabulary. It's odd that you can't deliver a speech."
"These are words that I hold in reserve for quarreling. I couldn't produce them in a speech."
"Is that so? They seem to roll out effortlessly. Let's hear it again."
"As many times as you like. Ostentatious rogues, who are swindlers, who are frauds, ..." At this point we were interrupted by a pair who staggered onto the veranda with great commotion.
"You two, what's the idea? -- Trying to get away -- I won't let you go - come drink -- a fraud? -- what fun -- fun fraud -- come and drink."
And they pulled Yama Arashi and I back to the party. They'd actually come out to use the toilet, but in their stupor it seems they'd forgotten the toilet and were pulling on us instead. An inebriated fellow busies himself with whatever catches his eye, quickly forgetting what he was up to before.
"Gentlemen, we've seized a couple of frauds. Give them a drink. Drink them into submission. Don't let them get away."
They pressed me, who had made no effort to get away, into a spot against the wall. Looking around, I didn't find a satisfactory piece of fish on any tray in any direction. Some of the fellows had cleanly devoured their own and gone foraging five or six trays down the line. I hadn't seen him leave, but there was no sign of the principal.