"In my dream I knew I was going to die soon," she said. "And it's a funny thing, you know, but I was very glad. I had a bag of cherries, and I said to myself: 'Never mind, you just gobble them up quick before you go.' "--"Tonka," by Robert Musil
But the thing is, you can't possibly "gobble up" a bag of cherries, because of the pits. I suppose you could spit the pits out really fast. But god, does this girl's life suck, or what—if even the dying part involves spitting out pits?