A Complete Lack Of Caution Is Perhaps

It Must Not Simply Be Taken For Granted That A Given Set Of Ill-assorted People, For No Other Reason Than Because It Is Christmas, Will Be Joyful To Be Reunited And To Break Bread Together.

Probably The Most Satisfying Soup In The World For People Who Are Hungry, As Well As For Those Who Are Tired Or Worried Or Cross Or In Debt Or In A Moderate Amount Of Pain Or In Love Or In Robust Health Or In Any Kind Of Business Huggermuggery, Is Minestrone.

An Oyster Leads A Dreadful But Exciting Life.

It Seems To Me That Our Three Basic Needs, For Food And Security And Love, Are So Mixed And Mingled And Entwined That We Cannot Straightly Think Of One Without The Others. So It Happens That When I Write Of Hunger, I Am Really Writing About Love And The Hunger For It, And Warmth And The Love Of It And The Hunger For It… And Then The Warmth And Richness And Fine Reality Of Hunger Satisfied… And It Is All One.

Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful And A Trustful Act, Rather Than The Cursory Fulfillment Of Our Social Obligations.