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: October 18, 2010
On the ceilings were coloured traceries with more gilt, leading to a centre where spread a cluster of lights – incandescent globes mingled with glittering prisms and stucco tendrils of gilt.
