Suzuki, true to form, is in high spirits. Making no reference to the Kanedas on this particular occassion, he confines himself to routine small talk, which he advances with great relish.
"You don't look so well. Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing worth noting."
"But you seem pale. Best to take care, the season being what it is. Are you sleeping well?"
"Worries weighing you down? I'm happy to help in any way I can. I'll you have to do is ask."
"What kind of worries would I have?"
"I don't know, just in case. I thought it best to offer my services. Worries, more than anything else, will grind a body down. Best to walk through this world with laughter as your guide. you strike me as far too melancholy."
"Laughter, too, can be toxic. In excess, it can even be deadly."
"You're pulling my leg. Fortune calls, they say, at the house where laughter dwells."
"In ancient Greece, there was a philosopher named Chrysippus. I don't suppose you've heard of him."
"Can't say I have. What of him?"
"He died in a fit of laughter."
"Really? What a curious thing. That was long ago though ..."
"Long ago or present day, is anything really changed? He saw a donkey eating figs from a silver bowl. It struck him as funny and started him laughing. Once set to laughing, he couldn't control it. In the end, he laughed himself to death."