[ All credit to The Lost American In France, whose lovely picture may be found here. ]
“It seems to me that our three basic needs,
for food and security and love,
are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others.
So it happens that when I write of hunger,
I am really writing about love and the hunger for it,
and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it…
and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied…
and it is all one.”
Thirty Years Of Growing Pain(s) 