"There are certainly red admirals here in grate quantities and also draggon-flies, but somehow I don't feel I've got the heart to kill annything for the moment, espeshully after what I've just eskaped myself. Deth is deth."
"You'll be better after food," I said.
But he wouldn't hear of food.
"We must face the possishun," he said. "Here we are in a qwarry and we can't get out."
"Yes," I said.
"Very well. Then, there being no food in the qwarry except what we have brort with us, we shall soon be hungry."
"Yes," I said. "I am now."
Morris went on trying to be calm, but I could see the more he explained the situashun the more fritened he got. His voice shook when he said the next thing.
"You can't go on being hungry for more than a certain time. After you reech a certain pich, you die."
"Yes," I said.