I started as from a shock, and then sat still for I do not know how long, breathless with amazement.

In the brief interval of a gustatory perception I became a child again, and I positively ached with the pain of being so suddenly compressed to that small being.

I wandered about Polotzk once more, with large, questioning eyes; I rode the Atlantic in an emigrant ship; I took possession of the New World, my ears growing accustomed to a new language; I sat at the feet of renowned professors, till my eyes contracted in dreaming over what they taught; and there I was again, an American among Americans, suddenly made aware of all that I had been, all that I had become--suddenly illuminated, inspired by a complete vision of myself, a daughter of Israel and a child of the universe, that taught me more of the history of my race than ever my learned teachers could understand.
All this came to me in that instant of tasting, all from the flavor of ripe strawberries on my tongue.

Why, then, should I not treasure my memories of childhood feasts?
This experience gives me a great respect for my bread and meat.

I want to taste of as many viands as possible; for when I sit down to a dish of porridge I am certain of rising again a better animal, and I may rise a wiser man.