““Full round apple, peach, pear, blackberry. Each speaks life and death into the mouth. Look at the face of a child eating them. The tastes come from afar and slowly grow nameless on the tongue. Where there were words, discoveries flow, released from within the fruit. What we call apple—dare to say what it is, this sweetness which first condensed itself so that, in the tasting, it may burst forth and be known in all its meanings of sun and earth and here. How immense, the act and the pleasure of it.””
