So many sandwich jokes in this book

“Gentlemen,” advises this ominous Shadow, “–you have fallen, willy-nilly, among a race who not only devour Astronomers as a matter of habitual Diet, but may also make of them vile miniature ‘Sandwiches,’ and lay them upon a mahogany Sideboard whose price they never knew, and then forget to eat them. Your only hope, in this room, is to impersonate so perfectly what they assume you to be, that instincts of Predation will be overcome by those of Boredom.”

Thomas Pynchon’s Mason & Dixon, Chapter 41, page 414

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