I remember when Charles Wagner, the author of _The Simple Life_, was in this country.

We were dining at the home of a friend and one of these super-sensitive, finical sticklers for gentility was present.

Wagner was speaking in his big, these super-sensitive, finical sticklers for gentility simple, primitive way of a man brought up as a peasant, and more concerned about what he was thinking than whether his "table manners" conformed to the latest standard.

There was some gravy on his plate.

He wanted it.