Or I would decide I should have lunch, and then I would think, but I'd have to get the food out and put it on a plate and cut it up and chew it and swallow it, and it felt to me like the Stations of the Cross.
Ou então decidia almoçar, mas depois pensava que tinha de tirar a comida  e pô-la num prato, cortar, mastigar e engolir. Sentia-me como se estivesse a carregar a Cruz.