Those desperate sums, thathopeful inventory, recording every coaxed sip and peck in some sad effort to keep pushing through. I ripped the pages and pulled - P188
as I shredded my stupid, uselessthe metal spiral apart, screaming acalculations into innumerable pieces. - P189
This was all I wanted, I realized, after so many days of deca-dent filets and pricey crustaceans, potatoes slathered in the manyglorious permutations that ratios of butter, cheese, and cream cantake. This plain porridge was the first dish to make me feel full. - P190