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Chapter 13 — Mr. Cavor Makes Some Suggestions
Ithadthesamelaxnessintexturethatallorganicstructuresseemtohaveuponthemoon;ittastedratherlikeagauffreoradampmeringue,butinnowaywasitdisagreeable.Itooktwoothermouthfuls.“Iwanted—foo’!”saidI,tearingoffastilllargerpiece....
Foratimeweatewithanutterabsenceofself-consciousness.Weateandpresentlydrankliketrampsinasoupkitchen.NeverbeforenorsincehaveIbeenhungrytotheravenouspitch,andsavethatIhavehadthisveryexperienceIcouldneverhavebelievedthat,aquarterofamillionofmilesoutofourproperworld,inutterperplexityofsoul,surrounded,watched,touchedbybeingsmoregrotesqueandinhumanthantheworstcreationsofanightmare,itwouldbepossibleformetoeatinutterforgetfulnessofallthesethings.Theystoodaboutuswatchingus,andeverandagainmakingaslightelusivetwitteringthatstood,Isuppose,inthesteadofspeech.Ididnotevenshiverattheirtouch.Andwhenthefirstzealofmyfeedingwasover,IcouldnotethatCavor,too,hadbeeneatingwiththesameshamelessabandon.
