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Last night I was happy to share a trencher of mutton-chops and a flagon of ale with a friend of many years who once worked at the buttery.  We celebrated our past marriages, and future funerals, and finally uncorked a superb Tokay, drawn from my cellar having been stocked in those old days when money flowed like water and everyone thought that they would be afloat forever.