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She needs a ladle, to put a few more interesting ingredients into the stew and, if she still can't persuade the customers that the the vegetables and meat are fresh, she should throw it out. I don't know much about Freud but I think he posited that one of our basic instincts was cannibalistic. He was an Austrian, a people more famous for cream cakes and wiener schnitzel in gastronomic terms, but Camille's cannibalism of letters apparently sent to her would sustian old Sigmund's theory.
All the same, it does take some nerve to write four pages of twaddle and consider it profound. She doesn't extoll Raymond Chandler's metaphor for death as "The Big Sleep" but someone much more high-brow who called it "the long sleep". You see, in case you're not aware of it, Camille is determinedly high-brow although her loins do tingle on occasion.
Will this gay orientation journey never stop, even though people are being pulverised in Gaza? A journey on the old Orient Express would have been far more interesting and the train came to a final halt in Vladiovostok. That's kind of very foreign and, in general, Americans are uneasy about foreign places. It's somewhat similar to the attitude of King George V who was advised to holiday in Bognor on the English south coast to benefit from the sea air. His rude response to his medical adviser was "Bugger Bognor!", in the metaphorical sense, of course. I think it was that very same king that was remembered as the one who "disliked abroad".
