As for greed, certainly not even the most sincere apologist of pigs or lover of bacon can deny that they enjoy their victuals. But reflect, reader, how it would be with you if you had an immensely long, barrel-shaped and capacious body carried on four very short legs: if you had a nose (or snout) especially constructed and designed to go to the root of matters; if you had a mouth of peculiar capacity, stretching almost from ear to ear. (And, by the way, what charming ear, too, eminently adapted for flapping and, at the same time, for composing the eye for slumber beneath their ample shade!)
Would you not enjoy your food even more than you do now? Would you not grunt, and even slightly squeal, with the excruciating ecstasy of creamy, rich barely-meal, as it entered your long and wide mouth, gurgled in your roomy throat and flowed on into that vast stomach forever clamoring to be soothed?
From Storm and Peace by Jake Beresford
The scary thing is while reading this, I had this image of Ol' Tony Ray cleaning his teeth after having a delicious meal of his last date.
Uncle.
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