"I call it gorging.

Why, those fellows are more uncomfortable after food than before.

I have seen them sitting close before the fire and rubbing their stomachs with mutton fat to reduce the swelling.

Ha! ha! ha!--dining, eh?
Oh, Lord!" "Then if you don't dine to satisfy your hunger, what the deuce do you eat dinners for at all ?" asked the Doctor.
"Why," said the Major, spreading his legs out before him with a benign smile, and leaning back in his chair, "I eat my dinner, not so much for the sake of the dinner itself, as for the after-dinnerish feeling which follows: a feeling that you have nothing to do, and that if you had you'd be shot if you'd do it.

That, to return to where I started from, is why I won't dine in in the middle of the day." "If that is the way you feel after dinner, I certainly wouldn't." "All the most amiable feelings in the human breast," continued the Major, "are brought out in their full perfection by dinner.