Savor sufficient to lure the wispiest ghost into corpulence.

Another assault by massed calories.

From bar mitzvah on, [S J Perelman] had dreamed of being a Jewish Robert Louis Stevenson.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely.
Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot fried-chicken sandwich? You betcha.

If I can lure him away from academia, I'd be delighted.