Hackworth took a bite of his sandwich, correctly anticipating that the 
meat would be gristly and that he would have plenty of time to think about his 
situation while his molars subdued it. He did have plenty of time, as it turned 
out; but as frequently happened to him in these situations, he could not bring 
his mind to bear on the subject at hand. All he could think about was the taste 
of the sauce. If the manifest of ingredients on the bottle had been legible, it 
would have read something like this: