It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think unless our stomach wills it so. …..
After eggs and bacon it says, “Work!”
After a cup of tea ….. , it says to the brain, “Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent and deep, and tender ..…”
After hot muffins it says, “Be dull and soulless, like a beast of the field – a brainless animal with listless eye ..…”
And after brandy it says, “Now, come, fool, grin and tumble, that your fellow-men may laugh – drivel in folly, and splutter in senseless sounds, and show what a helpless ninny is poor man whose wit and will are drowned, like kittens, side by side, in half and inch of alcohol.”
We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach.
Jerome K. Jerome
From Three Men in a Boat