Then, when I had finished that, I poured myself more tea, and because I was still hungry, and because I really did feel happy, sitting there in the quiet, watching the snow, I sneaked first one slice, then another, then all of the toast I had made for Marie, and ate it with the jam while it was still warm.

NEWYORKER: Something Like Happy

Once in a while I skipped lunch, even though it was part of my salary, and went in to Amundsen, where I ate in a coffee shop.

NEWYORKER: Amundsen