Meitei himself, in high spirits, joins the laughter. "Now, what I've talked on thus far --" "Excuse me, good doctor, but 'talk' is a storyteller's term. Let's have something more polished, shall we?" Kangetsu hits Meitei with his own medicine. "Duly noted. Allow me to start anew. -- yes -- I propose to touch next on the topic of nose-face balance. If we focus solely on the nose, in isolation, then the elder Kaneda indeed possesses a noteworthy specimen -- placed on exhibition on Mount Kurama, it would likely win first place. It's that distinguished. Sadly, though, it was planted in place with no regard for the eyes, mouth, or other faculties. Imagine Caesar's nose, snipped off with shears and fused to the face of this cat. Wouldn't that be a sight? Even if we moved it to the cat's roomier forehead, its noble bridge would soar too high, like Nara's giant Buddha on a go board. All sense of proportion would be lost, and with it I believe, any and all aesthetic merit. The elder Kaneda's nose is, in truth, no less dashing that Caesar's. But what of the facial elements laid out around it? Granted, they're a cut above those of this cat. That being said, it is true that the eyebrows march up sharply, carving out homely, spasmodic furrows. These furrows, in turn, hoist up narrow eyes. Is not the pairing of this nose with this face then, gentlemen, most unfortunate?" As Meitei pauses for a moment, a voice sounds from out back. "Still going on about noses. Obstinate knuckleheads!" "That's the cartman's wife," the master informs Meitei.