XIX
The Art of Contemplation
YESTERDAY my friend Annabel Lee and I sat comfortably opposite each other at a small table, eating our luncheon. She was very fair and good-natured—and we had tiny broiled fish, and some tea with slices of lemon in it, and bread, and green lettuce sprinkled over with vinegar and oil and red pepper, and two mugs of ale.
"Food is a lovely thing, don't you think?" said I.
"One of the best ever invented," said my friend Annabel Lee. "Have you considered how much would be gone from life if there were no food, and if we had not to eat three times every day?"
