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In plain words

"It is like a feast given to brahmins: first, a great hubbub. When everyone has sat down with a leaf-plate before him, much of the noise dies down, and you hear only 'Bring luchi! Bring luchi!' Then, when they begin to eat the luchi and vegetables, three quarters of the noise is gone. When the curds come, there is only 'soop, soop.'" Everyone laughed. "You may say there is no sound at all. After the meal, sleep. Then all is quiet.