“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy and save me! Let me lie down like a stone, O God, and rise up like new bread,” Platon prayed, and turning over, he fell asleep at once.
War and Peace, TOLSTOY
For years you have had to be a voice crying in the wilderness [now comparatively crowded, thank God] to dare say anything against the mockery of our staff of life, and now, when war and perhaps a growing sensibility have made us think more of vitamins and their relation to poor teeth and jumpy nerves and such, we still condone the stupid bread in this country. [True, in spite of the optimistic note just above.]