He started coughing suddenly and seemed unable to stop. At last he said weakly, in a thin little voice between coughs: "Well, here I am. There ain't nothing to do about it." "Democracy.... That's democracy, ain't it: we eat stinkin' goolash an' that there fat 'Y' woman goes out with Colonels eatin' chawklate soufflay.... Poifect democracy!... But I tell you what: it don't do to be the goat."