The poor narrator of Paul Auster's Moon Palace. His only known living relative has died while he is a lonely undergraduate at Columbia, and because he is in such a fragile state (especially financially), he decides to limit himself to one meal a day. Then he visits a friend. There is a par-tay in friend's apartment. They invite him inside. After which:

  • I ented a miasma of feeding and forgetting. It was an infantile response, but once the food entered my my mouth, I wasn't able to control myself. I chomped down one dish after another, devouring whatever they put in front of me, and eventually it was as though I had lost my mind. Since the generosity of the others seemed infinite, I kept on eating until everything on the table had disappeared.

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