“Mr. Cauchon,” I say. “Just promise me you will leave the area.” “No, sir, you will not receive that promise,” he says. “But if you do not object, let me get down a hardboiled egg and a pickled pig’s foot before we go outside.” There are only two kinds of people who talk like that. Those with damaged brains and those who have nothing to lose. I think in my wisdom I have picked on Job in order to have my duel.