A MAN and a Satyr once drank together in token1 of a bond of

　　alliance being formed between them. One very cold wintry day, as

　　they talked, the Man put his fingers to his mouth and blew on

　　them. When the Satyr asked the reason for this, he told him that

　　he did it to warm his hands because they were so cold. Later on

　　in the day they sat down to eat, and the food prepared was quite

　　scalding. The Man raised one of the dishes a little towards his

　　mouth and blew in it. When the Satyr again inquired the reason,

　　he said that he did it to cool the meat, which was too hot. "I

　　can no longer consider you as a friend," said the Satyr, "a

　　fellow who with the same breath blows hot and cold."