My baker is out of bread; but the overseer, or the steward, or my tenants all have some to offer. “Bad bread!” you say. Wait; it will become good. Hunger will make even that bread taste delicate and seem to be from the finest flour. For that reason we should not eat until hunger bids us; I will wait until I can get good bread or cease to be fussy about it. Seneca, Epistles 123.2–3
