True! — hungry — very, very dreadfully hungry I had been and am; but why will you say that I am fat? The diet had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.
I could hear it. The spoon in the can, the scoop in the cruchy goodness. Only, I know it’s not for me. It’s for Charlie.
You fancy me fat. Fat men know no hunger.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe