Ravenous, and now very faint, I devoured a spoonful or two of my portion without thinking of its taste; but the first edge of hunger blunted, I perceived I had got in hand a nauseous mess; burnt porridge is almost as bad as rotten potatoes; famine itself soon sickens over it.
Devoré las dos o tres primeras cucharadas sin preocuparme del sabor, pero casi enseguida me interrumpí sintiendo una profunda náusea. El potaje quemado sabe casi tan mal como las patatas podridas.