“You tasted it. Isn’t that enough? …
That’s all we’re given in life, that’s all we’re given of life.
A taste. There is no more.”
– in “The Dying Animal”, Philip Roth –
He can’t stop there, just tasting… tasting the very life far more than he deserves to saver …every bit of it. The bastard cut off the very thing he worshiped to replace the anguish of longing with the pain of loss… the selfish animal, a coward, I’ll say.