But the Secretary was a vegetarian, and he spoke earnestly of the projected murder over half a raw tomato and three quarters of a glass of tepid water.

The old Professor had such slops as suggested a sickening second childhood.

And even in this President Sunday preserved his curious predominance of mere mass.

For he ate like twenty men; he ate incredibly, with a frightful freshness of appetite, so that it was like watching a sausage factory.
Yet continually, when he had swallowed a dozen crumpets or drunk a quart of coffee, he would be found with his great head on one side staring at Syme.
"I have often wondered," said the Marquis, taking a great bite out of a slice of bread and jam, "whether it wouldn't be better for me to do it with a knife.

Most of the best things have been brought off with a knife.