Then Pantagruel said, ‘Come on, boys. We have mused here too long about food: rarely do great feasters feature in feats of arms! There is no shade, but of a standard! No aroma, but of steeds! No clink, but of armour!’ [At which Epistemon began to smile and said: ‘There is no shade, but of a kitchen! No aroma, but of pasties! No clink but of goblets!’] To which Panurge replied: ‘There is no shade, but of bed-curtains! No aroma, but of bosoms! No clink, but of bollocks!’
um pouco do humor de rabelais
