Presley would have abhorred it--this feeding of the People, this gorging of the human animal, eager for its meat.

Vanamee, simple, uncomplicated, living so close to nature and the rudimentary life, understood its significance.
He knew very well that within a short half-hour after this meal the men would throw themselves down in their bunks to sleep without moving, inert and stupefied with fatigue, till the morning.

Work, food, and sleep, all life reduced to its bare essentials, uncomplex, honest, healthy.

They were strong, these men, with the strength of the soil they worked, in touch with the essential things, back again to the starting point of civilisation, coarse, vital, real, and sane.
For a brief moment immediately after the meal, pipes were lit, and the air grew thick with fragrant tobacco smoke.

On a corner of the dining-room table, a game of poker was begun.