““Then the little Brazilian maid brought in their supper, which was the same as lunch and the same as breakfast--brown beans stewed with pigs’ trotters. Mr. Low dug about in it gloomily, looking for bits of gristle, and Mr. Trapwood found a dead ant on his plate. It seemed to be a perfectly clean ant, but he gagged and pushed his plate away. “This place is closer to hell on earth than anywhere I’ve been,” he said.””