I told her I was afraid of visions of banquets, lusty fatty steak fantasies, mounds of bread smothered with creamy butter assaulting my imagination and hijacking my attention away from the beauty of the world.

She said she fasted for ten days once. On the third day she could not stop seeing herself chasing a rabbit, pouncing on it, ripping it open with her bare hands. The delights of raw rabbit flesh pursued her relentlessly for days, then waned as the body submitted to the fact of its provisional existence, here on Earth.