Note 1 — Chapter xii · THE PEA-WEEVIL: THE LARVA
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If there is a Heaven-sent vegetable on earth, it is the haricot bean. It has every good quality in its favour: it is soft to the tooth, of an agreeable flavour, plentiful, cheap and very nutritious. It is a vegetable flesh which, without being repulsive or dripping with blood, is as good as the cut-up horrors in the butcher’s shop. To emphasize its services to mankind, the Provençal idiom calls it gounflo-gus, the poor man’s bellows.1