“I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.”
(The Blind Spot)
Bed time snacks pose a perplexing hesitation for a person of an unexcitable disposition. After all, you don’t want toast at one o’clock in the night. Also, there is not much you can unearth from your artless arsenal. You appreciate your lassitude as you feed on bananas and biscuits. Ofcourse, you don’t care that bananas score high on glycemic index as long as they are good for your soul. Ofcourse, you don’t even want to contemplate the nutritional appraisal of biscuits. You also don’t want to miss the look on your brother’s face on discovering the absentia of the same.
The ongoing similitude of your gravity does not discourage your habitude till the culpability of it starts weighing on your conscience. Thereon in, you take to having herbal tea. You see, it throttles your appetite.