Monday, December 20, 2010
Food of the Clods
Not merely the love of one foodstuff but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated hunger; that was the force that would tear the Party to pieces. She put the chocolate chips down upon the graham crackers, among the fallen marshmallows. Presently the melting and dripping of the sugary goop quickened, and in a sort of pleasant ooziness they slid askew. The sun seemed to have grown hotter. They were all ravenous. Almost immediately they ate and ate for about half an hour. Sarah finished first. You could not have pure hunger or pure indulgence nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred. Their meal had been a battle, the dessert a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.
Posted by Substance McGravitas at 7:35 AM