“… They will feel, until their final days on earth, a kind of culinary caution: butter, no matter how unlimited, is a precious substance not lightly to be wasted; meats, too, and eggs, and all the far-brought spices of the world, take on a new significance, having once been so rare. And that is good, for there can be no more shameful carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself. When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.
War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof that we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist. If this book, written in one wartime, still goes on helping to solve that unavoidable problem, it is worth reading again, no matter what its quaint superficiality, it’s sometims unintentionally grim humor.”
Somehow that seems to fit these days. I’m not sure most of the first paragraph is necessary to establish the contect. But I’ll see if I can fit it on a quotes page.
Bonus points to whoever recognizes the original author.
Recognizes, or can find out?
I didn’t recognize it, but google found out for me!