In a German Pension

Bread soup was placed upon the table.<br><br>"Ah," said the Herr Rat, leaning upon the table as he peered into the tureen, "that is what I need. My 'magen' has not been in order for several days. Bread soup, and just the right consistency. I am a good cook myself" - he turned to me.<br><br>"How interesting," I said, attempting to infuse just the right amount of enthusiasm into my voice.<br><br>"Oh yes - when one is not married it is necessary. As for me, I have had all I wanted from women without marriage."