a sporadic confessional, concessional, and running quasi-allegorical commentary on love, gardening, Harris tweed, fine ale, Piedmontese cuisine, the venal coprocrats who are running and ruining our lives, and the sad fact that we let them do it. "Another triumph is our spiritualization of enmity. It consists in a deep grasp of the value of having enemies." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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"What a silly person you are." Great line, too bad about the killing.
Well, sure, anyone who's feasting on alligator soufflé while tossing his dog a solid gold bone has time for frivolity. Really, I expect a little better from you, Swill--man of the people and all that. I'm so infuriated I'm going to have to drive around in my hovercraft for a few hours to calm down.
By the way, I recommend a young-ish Bonneau du Martray Corton-Charlemagne with that soufflé: the richness will complement the dish, and that trademark minerality will counterpoint the Big Cypress swampiness of the gator. Man of the people, my Grand Cru-drinkin' ass!
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