One of his brethren was equally positive that I might partake of bacon and even ham in moderation, but urged that I walk around red meat as though it were a pesthouse.

Yet a third--a foe, plainly, to the butcher, but a well-wisher to the hay-and-produce dealer if ever one lived--recommended that I should eliminate all meat of whatsoever character or color and stick closely to fodder, roughage and processed ensilage.

I judge he sent his more desperate cases to a livery stable.
According to one dictum, bread was all right up to a certain point, and, according to another, all wrong.

This man here held a brief for beans, especially the succulent baked bean; that man yonder served solemn warning upon me that if perversely I persisted to continue to eat baked beans the fat globules would form so fast I would have the sensation that a little boy was inside of me somewhere blowing bubbles.

The writer didn't exactly say this, but it was the inference I drew from his remarks.
Eat dried fruits until your seams give, said Doctor A.Avoid dried fruits as you would the plague, counseled the equally eminent Doctor B.Professor C considered the drinking of water with meals highly inadvisable; whereas Professor D said that without adding an extra ounce of weight I might consume water until my fluid contents sloshed up and down in me when I walked, and merely by getting a young lady in Oriental costume to stand alongside me I might qualify at a Sunday-school entertainment for the entire supporting cast of the familiar tableau entitled Rebecca at the Well.