Anne took off her hat meekly. Matthew came back presently
and they sat down to supper. But Anne could not eat. In
vain she nibbled at the bread and butter and pecked at the
crab-apple preserve out of the little scalloped glass dish
by her plate. She did not really make any headway at all.
"You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying
her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed.
"I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when
you are in the depths of despair?"
"I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say,"
"Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in
the depths of despair?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's
very uncomfortable feeling indeed. When you try to eat a lump
comes right up in your throat and you can't swallow anything,
not even if it was a chocolate caramel. I had one chocolate
caramel once two years ago and it was simply delicious. I've
often dreamed since then that I had a lot of chocolate caramels,
but I always wake up just when I'm going to eat them. I do hope
you won't be offended because I can't eat. Everything is
extremely nice, but still I cannot eat."
~ Excerpt, Anne of Green Gables, by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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