He felt the withering of something, the way risk was....

“ He felt the withering of something, the way risk was increasingly eliminated, replaced with a bland new world where the viewing of food preparation would be felt to be more than the reading of poetry; where excitement would come from paying for a soup made out of foraged grass. He had eaten soup made out of foraged grass in the camps; he preferred food. ”

Richard Flanagan

From : The Narrow Road to the Deep North