This was a demonstration of it.

Every scouped out pea (or bean) which found its way into the soup bore inside of its shell from ten to twenty of these hard-crusted little weevil.

Afterward I drank my soup without skimming.
It was not that I hated the weevil less, but that I loved the soup more.
It was only another step toward a closer conformity to that grand rule which I have made the guiding maxim of my life: 'When I must, I had better.' I recommend this to other young men starting on their career.
The room in which we were was barely large enough for all of us to lie down at once.

Even then it required pretty close "spooning" together -- so close in fact that all sleeping along one side would have to turn at once.

It was funny to watch this operation.