A Hunger Artist

"because I couldn't find a food which I enjoyed. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart's content, like you and everyone else."

Those were his last words, but in his failing eyes there was the firm, if no longer proud, conviction that he was continuing to fast.

Because I had to fast. I can't do anything else,"

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.

It was impossible to fight against this lack of understanding, against this world of misunderstanding.