On a personal note, one of the most memorable passages of L'Etranger (sorry - The Stranger, you fucking hicks) was Camus sensuously writing about making a fried egg, continuing the European tradition of yammering on and on about breakfast. I've noticed it in any and all British Victorian lit, specifically Elizabeth Gaskell, who couldn't seem to go two pages without someone eating an egg and piece of toast for breakfast. Proust mentions breakfast throughout Swann's Way. Finally, one of the first things Heinrich Boll tells us about Leni in Group Portrait with Lady is what she likes to eat for breakfast, an obsession for her the author returns to it throughout the book. So that's England, France and Germany. Maybe I've always missed it, but I can't seem to remember breakfast playing such a part in American Lit. Should I move to Europe to open my dream restaurant?- XMASTIMEHere's some famous literary meals.
Can you guess this meal's book?
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