"Even our
digestion is governed by angels," said Blake; and if you will resist the trivial inclination to substitute "bad angels," is there really any greater mystery than the process by which beef is turned into brains, and beer into beauty?
It is allowed, that senates and great councils are often troubled with redundant, ebullient, and other peccant humours; with many diseases of the head, and more of the heart; with strong convulsions, with grievous contractions of the nerves and sinews in both hands, but especially the right; with spleen, flatus, vertigos, and deliriums; with scrofulous tumours, full of fetid purulent matter; with sour frothy ructations: with canine appetites, and crudeness of
digestion, besides many others, needless to mention.
It is like that, which the physicians call predigestion, or hasty
digestion; which is sure to fill the body full of crudities, and secret seeds of diseases.
Moreover, she is one of those delightful, old-fashioned cooks who don't care a bit if they ruin your
digestion as long as they can give you feasts of fat things.
"To dine at half-past seven," the Duchess remarked, as she looked around the ENTRESOL of the great restaurant through her lorgnettes, "is certainly a little trying for one's temper and for one's
digestion, but so long as those men accepted, I certainly think they ought to have been here.
Mr Merdle involuntarily turned his eyes in the direction of the nearest mirror, and asked, with a slow determination of his turbid blood to his temples, whether a man was to be called to account for his
digestion?
I do not the least condemn that sort of thing; one does not live by sweets, unless one is willing to spoil one's
digestion; but one may now and then indulge one's self without harm, and a sugar-plum or two after dinner may even be of advantage.
It is what comes when there is nothing wrong with one's
digestion, when his stomach is in trim and his appetite has an edge, and all goes well.
Strange as it may seem to a human being, all the complex apparatus of
digestion, which makes up the bulk of our bodies, did not exist in the Martians.
I had an appetite then, also a
digestion. I remember a dull-eyed, livid-complexioned gentleman coming to dine at our house once.
While partaking of this simple repast, the inmates of Marheyo's house, after the style of the ancient Romans, reclined in sociable groups upon the divan of mats, and
digestion was promoted by cheerful conversation.
With such a cargo on board,
digestion is a slow process, and we must sit long in the cool chambers and smoke--and read French newspapers, which have a strange fashion of telling a perfectly straight story till you get to the "nub" of it, and then a word drops in that no man can translate, and that story is ruined.