'...A minor liner's food is like the conversation of some people I know; it starts with an almost hysterical brilliance; all treasures are produced extravagantly during the first outburst. And after that - corned beef...canned tomatoes...very weary eggs....The eggs on board my ship were so tired that it was no surprise to me to find them one day posing on the menu as Boiled Eggs a la Religieuse. Nobody dared to eat them under this ominous name, but I understood, I sympathised, as I try to sympathise with all weary yearning souls...'
from Japan-I, a piece in The Little World by Stella Benson
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