"You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!"

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Last comes the class of persons, of nervous organization and enfeebled vigour, whose sensual appetite craves highly seasoned dishes, men of a hectic, over-stimulated constitution. Their eyes almost invariably hanker after that most irritating and morbid of colours, with its artificial splendours and feverish acrid gleams,-orange.

— Joris-Karl Huysmans