For the past two weeks, as I've been posting the photos of my home office, I've also read a number of books. The most compelling was probably Nathaniel Philbrick's National Award-Winning, Into the Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex. It's a great book, recounting the story of the sinking of the Essex in the early 1800's, a story that became, in part, the basis for Melville's, Moby Dick.
Most intriguing, however, is the fact that several of the sailors were consumed at sea, and this was without a BBQ grill or a cooking pot.
In point of fact, several of the survivors wrote narratives about the cannabalism in the boats, so it is well documented and created quite a stir at the time.
Which leads me to wonder: under what circumstances, if any, would I be compelled to consume another person? The early Christians were accused of being cannibals (Jesus: "This is my body, this is my blood"), but, of course, we don't consider the implications, usually.
I've come to the conclusion that I simply couldn't consume human flesh. I think I have the willpower to resist someone's liver or large intestine. I'd rather starve to death.
But when it comes to donuts . . . well, that's another matter entirely!