Indeed he now drinks beer and wine like other people.

It was torture; we could have eaten anything.

In fact the Professor did manage to catch and eat a bat that got entangled in his red hair.

He offered me a bite of it, I remember, and was most grateful when I declined.
The worst of it was also that we had a little food, a few hard ship's biscuits, which we had saved up for a purpose, namely, to feed Maqueda.
This was how we managed it.

At certain intervals I would announce that it was time to eat, and hand Maqueda her biscuit.