To see the butcher slap the steak before he laid it on the block, and give his knife a sharpening, was to forget breakfast instantly. it was agreeable too - it really was - to see him cut it off so smooth and juicy. there was nothing savage in the act, although the knife was large and keen; it was a piece of art, high art; there was delicacy of touch, clearness of tone, skilful handling of the subject, fine shading. it was the triumph of mind over matter; quite.
I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and i know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.
There are people who strictly deprive themselves of each and every eatable, drinkable, and smokable which has in any way acquired a shady reputation. They pay this price for health. And health is all they get for it. How strange it is. It is like paying out your whole fortune for a cow that has gone dry.