I can smell the sea air. The rest of my time I’m going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I’m going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? [She plucks a grape] I shall die of eating an unwashed grape one day out on the ocean. I will die – with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship’s doctor, a very young one with a small blond mustache and a big silver watch. "Poor lady," they’ll say, "the quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven."
– Tennessee Williams
A Streetcar Named Desire, Scene 11. After worrying about whether the grapes Eunice offers are washed and cleansed, Blanche goes off on a flight of fancy about dying at sea from eating an unwashed grape. She romanticizing her death by imagining her final moments immersed in love and desire, as a handsome young doctor holds her hand. About to be taken away by the Doctor and Matron to a mental asylum, Blanche has lost touch with reality and her sanity. She is now completely immersed in her fantasy world.