He wondered how he could have forgotten it, even in the plenitude of his banquet.

There it was, a mere nubbin of crust and so hard it might almost have been taken for a petrified specimen of prehistoric bread.

Yet it proved to be rarely palatable.

It's flavour was exquisite.

It melted in the mouth.
Somewhat refreshed by this modest cheer, he climbed from the window of the Crystal Palace with his mind busy on two tracks.