The pike, eels, and
carp eat greedily always, as everybody knows -- well, they feast on the vulture.
Ah, monsieur, I have not here, as I had there, the ponds of monsieur le prince, where I could catch those beautiful
carp, nor the forests of his highness to provide me with partridges.
But to believe in the collar bone, in the full line and in the stars, is as ridiculous as to believe with the inhabitants of Grand-Cathay that the golden oriole turns into a mole, and that grains of wheat turn into fish of the
carp species.