Sigmund Freud's thoughts and dreams as he lies dying in London, September 1940.

I'm proud of the title, because I had already discussed and dismissed, with my editor, about another 60 possible titles. This one then came to me out of left field, and seemed utterly right because it was so meaningless... I liked the Freudian pun: eating the rich dessert or going down on Anna Pavlova.

'Brilliant... the most devious and tragically generous Freud ever envisioned.'
--New York Times

'Gross and elegant at once. Easy to recoil from, hard to forget.'
--Times Literary Supplement