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yet knowing your father as long as i have, (always as an old man) I know that he could outsmart, even seduce the devil. one time I was traveling with him. we were returning from a death celebration. they had killed two pigs. there I drank beer from a large cow's horn, which I have not used since because the only other person with such a large drinking horn is crazy. if we hadn't been descending, I would have left him behind since I walk fast. He was in good humor. he was saying that at his own funeral he would see to it that they would kill only corn-fed pigs and they would boil the meat the right amount of time, so that it would be well done and still tender. (mind you) it started to rain. we opened our umbrellas and two large hunks of boiled pork fell to the ground. your father had carried away a nice reserve of the meat, as much as he criticized it. he winked at me and picked up the two pieces of meat, offering one to me. i cut the dirty parts off with my cutlass. the rest of the way we had our mouths full. he was a good man. you understand my tendency to eulogize him; he died yesterday.