Jean Macé, The History of a Mouthful of Bread
“ You know that all our scavengers uniting together deposit their sweepings in one large canal, which is called the thoracic duct. The chyle scavengers arrive there just like the rest, and there our poor friend finds himself confounded for a moment with all the dross of the body, as sometimes happens to men who devote themselves to the public good. But the crisis passes in an instant. A little further off, the thoracic duct pours its whole contents together into a large vein situated close to the heart, and the blood has no difficulty in recognising and appropriating what belongs to him. ”
