Miss Thorne, however, boldly attempted to leave the modern beaten track, and made a positive effort to entertain her guests. Alas! She did so with but moderate success. They had all their own way of going, and would not go her way. She piped to them, but they would not dance. She offered to them good honest household cake, made of currants and flour and eggs and sweetmeat; but they would feed themselves on trashy wafers from the Barchester pastry-cook, on chalk and gum and adulterated sugar. Poor Miss Thorne! yours is not the first honest soul that has vainly striven to recall the glories of happy days gone by! ...
from Barchester Towers, by Anthony Trollope (Chapter 36}
Of course, I have a craving now...
2 comments:
I always start craving tea and scones when I read Victorian literature. And I can hardly make it through an episode of Upstairs, Downstairs without toast and a cuppa.
Oh me too - isn't that funny! the power of suggestion.
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