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Nick was hungry. He did not believe he had ever been hungrier. He opened and emptied a can of pork and beans and a can of spaghetti into the frying pan.
"I've got a right to eat this kind of stuff if I'm willing to carry it," Nick said. His voice sounded strange in the darkening woods. He did not speak again.
He started a fire with some chunks of pine he got with the ax from a stump. Over the fire he stuck a wire grill, pushing the four legs down into the ground with his boot. Nick put the frying pan on the grill over the flames. He was hungry. The beans and spaghetti warmed. Nick stirred them and mixed them together. They began to bubble, making little bubbles that rose with difficulty to the surface. There was a good smell. Nick got out a bottle of tomato catchup and cut four slices of bread. The little bubbles were coming faster now. Nick sat down beside the fire and lifted the frying pan off. He poured about half the contents out into the tin plate. It spread slowly on the plate. Nick knew it was too hot. He poured on some tomato catchup. He knew the beans and spaghetti were still too hot. He looked at the fire, then at the tent, he was not going to spoil it all by burning his tongue. For years he had never enjoyed fried bananas because he had never been able to wait for them to cool. His tongue was very sensitive. He was very hungry. Across the river in the swamp in the almost dark he saw a mist rising. He looked at the tent once more. All right. He took a full spoonful from the plate.
"Christ," Nick said, "Jesus Christ," he said happily.
He ate the whole plateful before he remembered the bread. Nick finished the second plateful with the bread, mopping the plate shiny. He had not eaten since a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich in the station restaurant at St. Ignace. It had been a very fine experience. He had been that hungry before but had not been able to satisfy it. He could have made camp hours before if he had wanted to. There were plenty of good places to camp on the river. But this was good.

Forest Shepherd wrote:

Bluebottle wrote:I have been rather enjoying the Earthsea-cycle. A bit limited by the YA audience at least the first books were aimed at, but that doesn't limit some nice world building and story telling too much. A more than decent fantasy story and world.

Have also been reading Hemingway's first bestseller, The Sun Also Rises. Rather an emersive read. Has wet my appetite for some more Hemingway reading, although I am not sure we altogether share the same view of the world.

I should imagine not.

I mainly remember the portion in which the friend goes on about how his face is a good face, "a face mothers should tell their daughters to go West with", and then he finishes by remarking, "God what an awful face."

Lots of that kind of chit-chatter in the book. The characters are usually sarcastic and droll, or at least trying to be. Oh, and they are often unable to "Catch up" (in getting drunk) with others in their party.

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halfwise wrote:Hey!  Like, where's all the pictures and stories about spain?

Eldorion wrote:

For some reason my family doesn't want to add Die Hard to our staple of Christmas movies that we watch every year. Surely we could skip just one of those damn Rankin/Bass specials...

halfwise wrote:Going back a bit to Forrest's last post: what's a Lovecraftian vampire like?