I guess I could eat some eggs.
How many will you eat?
I'll eat three.
There is no bread.
I'll eat four.
You must sit.
He took down a small enameled pail and went out through the low door. The boy pulled back a chair and sat. He folded the blanket roughly and laid it in the chair beside him and took up the nearer cup and sipped the coffee. It wasn't real coffee. He didn't know what it was.
--The Crossing, Cormac McCarthy
"I'll eat four." I love it. But if it wasn't coffee then what other dark brown liquid could it have been? I'm troubled by this...yet intrigued at the same time.