[artistic criticism]There's some Samuel Beckett tragicomedic juxtaposition going on here. One one hand. Ms. Young is sustaining her existence by daintily masticating a food substance whose "glaze" carries a sexual double-entendre. On the other hand. Ms. Snow is being fed something with blatant sexual suggestiveness, and being mouth-fucked to within an inch of her life, signified by the black 'x'es over her eyes, and is regurgitating the very saliva and other bodily fluids which Hailey is using to keep herself alive. If Freud were alive, he'd probably tell you "Snow" is a subliminal manifestation of the "Winter" or the nadir of her moral compass.[/artistic criticism]
Suck my dick Martin Esslin