Chapter 34: Wednesday the Thirtieth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠My patient is up and about, looking like a different man. He shows the effects of my forced feeding, though he declares I'm trying to make him into a Strasburg goose, for the sake of the pâté de foies gras when I cut him up. But he's decided to go to Santa Barbara for the winter: and I think he's wise. So this afternoon I togged out in my furs, took the jumper, and went kiting over to the Titchbor