Next he went for the buttered crab. With a long thin spoon, Shah
scooped the baked flesh from the salted and peppered exoskeleton of the crab;
when all the easy meat had been carved from the chest and eaten, he tore the
limbs apart, and chewed on them, one a time, biting into the shell and chewing
'til it cracked open, before sucking at the warm white flesh. The waiters were
prepared to carve out the flesh and bring it on a small plate, but Dharmen Shah
did not want it that way. He wanted to feel he was eating a thing that had been
breathing just an hour ago: wanted to feel, once again, the extraordinary good
fortune of being one of those still alive. – Last Man in Tower by Aravind
Adiga.
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