When you play in a race, win! because when you win, the exhilaration of victory is the closest you will come to the ambrosia of the gods.

The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth is a science fiction novel by H. G. Wells, first published in 1904.

Food, food! he thundered.

Chow, chow, where's my chow?

The gods are angry with me, or the gods are testing me, right?

The mighty gods defend thee.

Gods have pity on you!

May the gods destroy you!

May the gods reward you.

May the gods protect you.

May the gods adore you!

There is West Indian Chinese food, there's Jamaican Chinese food, there is Middle Eastern Chinese food, there's Mauritian Chinese food.

There is no 'eating on the train. No eating on the train?

Eat real food.

Food, of course!

No food?

Oh, go ahead.

No food.

Egyptian food?

And what a meal!

No food!

Give them food.

Bedu food.

A tomb of the ancient gods.

I hate the Gods!

And the Gods hate me.

Nor do you urge one another to feed the poor ,

And do not urge one another to feed the needy .

and you urge not the feeding of the needy ,

Nor urge upon each other the feeding of the poor ,

And urge not on the feeding of AlMiskin ( the poor ) !

And you do not urge the feeding of the poor .

and do not urge one another to feed the poor ,

And urge not on the feeding of the poor .

and do not urge the feeding of the needy .

nor do you urge one another to feed the needy .

And you do not encourage one another to feed the poor .

or urge one another to feed the destitute ?

nor do you urge one another to feed the poor ,

Nor do ye encourage one another to feed the poor !

I suppose you haven't breakfasted? I have not yet breakfasted.

There is West Indian Chinese food, there's Jamaican Chinese food,

Middle Eastern Chinese food, Mauritian Chinese food.

We don't have any food.

Jeremy Whiting