When they stopped in Toyohashi, the man who'd been dozing abruptly woke and got off the train, still rubbing his eyes. Sanshirō was impressed that the man could wake himself like that at just the right moment. It occurred to him that maybe the man, still drunk with fatigue, had confused his stations. He looked out the window and confirmed that that wasn't the case. The man passed through the ticket gate without incident and went on his way in an ordinary manner. Reassured, Sanshirō re-seated himself, this time on the opposite bench, next to the man with the mustache.
The man with the mustache in turn went to the window. He leaned out and bought some peaches. He placed the peaches between the two of them and invited Sanshirō to help himself.
Sanshirō thanked him and ate one. The man with the mustache appeared fond of peaches, and proceeded to eat one after another. "Have some more." Sanshirō ate one more. Eating peaches together broke the ice, and they began conversing amiably on various subjects.
According to the man with the mustache, the peach was the ascetic among fruit. It had an indescribable flavor that set it apart from the rest. Then there was that ungainly pit, curiously perforated with holes across its surface. Sanshirō had never thought of peaches in this way, and it struck him that the man was expounding on details of little import.
The man continued talking. "The poet Masaoka Shiki loved fruit. And he was a man of insatiable appetite. He once ate sixteen large sweetened persimmons, and it didn't faze him in the least." He himself, he added, was of course no equal to Shiki. Sanshirō smiled at this story. He felt himself less interested in fruit and more interested in Shiki. He hoped the man would say more about him, but instead his subject shifted further.
"One naturally reaches out for what one desires. There's no stopping it. Pigs don't have hands like people, so they reach out with their snouts. They say that if you take a pig, tie it firmly in place, and set a delicacy before it, its snout will gradually extend. It will keep extending until it reaches the object of its desire. There's nothing more frightful than burning desire." The man related this with a grin. However, from his manner of speaking, it was unclear whether he was serious or tongue-in-cheek.