From pork chops to dinner à la russ, Trollope’s characters love to eat.
Our finer emotions should always be encouraged with a stomach moderately full.
Adam and Eve were in paradise. Why? Their digestion was good. Ah! then they took liberties, ate bad fruit, things they could not digest ... Ah, to digest is to be happy.
We are often told in our newspapers that England is disgraced by this and by that; by the unreadiness of our army, by the unfitness of our navy, by the irrationality of our laws, by the immobility of our prejudices, and what not; but the real disgrace of England is the railway sandwich, that whited sepulchre, fair enough outside, but so meagre, poor, and spiritless within
He Knew He Was Right
I love to have my tea-cup emptied and filled with gradual pauses, so that time for oblivion may accrue, and no exact record be taken.
'You seem to have a good appetite, Mr Trollope' [said a lady at a dinner party]. 'Not at all, madam, but, thank God, I am very greedy.'
Micheal Sadleir, Trollope: A Commentary
To dine with the utmost luxury at the smallest expense was a proficiency belonging to him, and of which he was very proud.
Everybody should always learn what is the best to eat of everything, and get it if they can.
Wine is valued by its price, not its flavour.
What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?