Rupert Hughes,
The Cup of Fury: A Novel of Cities and Shipyards
“ Mamise could not eat the food of human caterers. She had fed on honey-dew and drunk the milk of paradise.She lived through the long procession of dishes and heard some of the oratory, the glowing praises of Davidge and Uncle Sam, Mr. Schwab, Mr. Hurley, President Wilson, the Allies, and everybody else. She heard it proclaimed that America was going back to the sea, so long neglected. The prodigal was returning home.Mamise could think of nothing but a wish to be in bed. The room began to blur. People’s faces went out of focus. ”
