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Unformatted text preview: ould be astonished—one day, I hope, will be—to learn that her whole life is enslaved to this kind of
sensuality, which is quite concealed from her by the fact that the quantities involved are small. But what do quantities
matter, provided we can use a human belly and palate to produce querulousness, impatience, uncharitableness, and selfconcern? Glubose has this old woman well in hand. She is a positive terror to hostesses and servants. She is always
turning from what has been offered her to say with a demure little sign and a smile "Oh please, please...all I want is a
cup of tea, weak but not too weak, and the teeniest weeniest bit of really crisp toast". You see? Because what she wants
is smaller and less costly than what has been set before her, she never recognises as gluttony her determination to get
what she wants, however troublesome it may be to others. At the very moment of indulging her appetite she believes
that she is practising temperance. In a crowded restaurant she gives a little scream at the plate which some overworked
waitress has set before her and says, "Oh, that's far, far too much! Take it away and bring me about a quarter of it". If
challenged, she would say she was doing this to avoid waste; in reality she does it because the particular shade of
delicacy to which we have enslaved her is offended by the sight of more food than she happens to want.
The real value of the quiet, unobtrusive work which Glubose has been doing for years on this old woman can be gauged
by the way in which her belly now dominates her whole life. The woman is in what may be called the "All-I-want" state
of mind. All she wants is a cup of tea properly made, or an egg properly boiled, or a slice of bread properly toasted. But
she never finds any servant or any friend who can do these simple things "properly"—because her "properly" conceals
an insatiable demand for the exact, and almost impossible, palatal pleasures which she imagines she remembers from
the past; a past described by her as "the days when you could get good servants" but known to us as the days when her
senses were more easily pleased and she had pleasures of other kinds which made her less dependent on those of the
table. Meanwhile, the daily disappointment produces daily ill temper: cooks give notice and friendships are cooled. If
ever the Enemy introduces into her mind a faint suspicion that she is too interested in food, Glubose counters it by
suggesting to her that she doesn't mind what she eats herself but "does like to have things nice for her boy". In fact, of
course, her greed has been one of the chief sources of his domestic discomfort for many years.
Now your patient is his mother's son. While working your hardest, quite rightly, on other fronts, you must not neglect a
little quiet infiltration in respect of gluttony. Being a male, he is not so likely to be caught by the "All I want"
camouflage. Males are best turned into gluttons with the help of their vanity. They ought to be made to think
themselves very knowing about food, to pique themselves o...
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This note was uploaded on 02/07/2014 for the course MIS 304 taught by Professor Mejias during the Spring '07 term at University of Arizona- Tucson.
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