anthropophaginian

My password, deliberately chosen, is ‘anthropophaginian,’ sir.

"The art of cookery drew us gently forth From the ferocious light, when, void of faith, The Anthropophaginian ate his brother; To cookery we owe well-ordered states, Assembling men in dear society."

Go knock and call; he’ll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto thee: knock, I say.

The art of cookery drew us gently forth From that ferocious life, when void of faith The Anthropophaginian ate his brother!

My password, deliberately chosen, is 'anthropophaginian,' sir.