Posted by: Epicurean on: July 23, 2011
A Flag on the Island by VS Naipaul The waiter brought Leonard his six oysters and brought me my hundred. The oysters were of the tiny island variety; six scarcely filled one indentation of Leonard’s oyster plate. My oysters had come in a tumbler. I scooped up about a dozen and swallowed them.
Posted by: Epicurean on: July 16, 2011
Meeting the stepmother … The Sportswriter by Richard Ford Lynette, Vicki’s stepmother is a pert and pretty little second wife with bright red hair and bunchy hips descending to ankletted ankles. Vicki whispers that she hails from Lodi, West Virginia, and is thick-as-rock hillbilly, though I have the feeling we could be friendly if Vicki’d [...]
Posted by: Epicurean on: July 8, 2011
Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift The reader may please to observe that, in the last article of the recovery of my liberty, the emperor stipulates to allow me a quantity of meat and drink sufficient for the support of 1,728 Lilliputians. Some time after, asking a friend at court how they came to fix on [...]
