Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky / . . . / Thy sting is not so sharp / As friend remember'd not.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Watching eternity...
"...the courses were served on platters so large that they covered the tables; sows' breasts with Lybian truffles; dormice baked in poppies and honey, peacock-tongues flavoured with cinnamon; oysters stewed in garum - a sauce made of the intestines of fish - sea-wolves from the Baltic; sturgeons from Rhodes; fig-peckers from Samos; African snails; pale beans in pink lard; and a yellow pig cooked after the Troan fashion, from which, when carved, hot sausages fell and live thrushes flew."
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