I used - very reasonably,
I think - to surmise that
all injustice could well
be laid at the door of a
harsh and anxious break-
fast.
A symptom confused as a
cause, I grant you. But
it was time to be invad-
ed by the light of day.
And, you know, all those
knowing chuckles of our
later schoolboy years,
never meant we disbeliev-
ed in breakfast.
They meant we'd seen our
parity; and they showed
us that our appetite at
morning preserved us in
even as our feeding nev-
er could. To be happy to
be hungry, is a paradox
that stings one still in
Dickens.
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