November 2011
19 posts
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We had chicken sandwiches; boy, the chicken of the century. Dry, wry, and tender, the dryness sort of rubbing against your tongue on soft, bouncy white bread with slivers of juicy wet pickles. Then we had some very salty potato chips and some olives stuffed with pimentos and some Indian nuts and some tiny pearl onions and some more popcorn. Then we washed the whole thing down with iced martinis...
Don’t you realize that as long as you have to sit down to pee,...
– Don Delillo
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It’s uncomfortable sitting at a round table: your elbows aren’t...
– Margeurite Duras; Writers on Writing
It is the Champagne-est of Champagne problems, to... →