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What was eaten

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“It is a curious fact that novelists have a way of making us believe that luncheon parties are invariably memorable for something very witty that was said, or for something very wise that was done. But they seldom spare a word for what was eaten. It is part of the novelist’s convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings. as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance whatsoever, as if nobody ever smoked a cigar or drank of glass of wine. Here, however, I shall take the liberty to defy that convention and to tell you that the lunch on this occasion began with soles, sunk in a deep dish, over which the college cook had spread a counterpane of the whitest cream, save that was branded here and there with brown spots like the spots on the flanks of a doe. After that came the partridges, but if this suggests a couple of bald, brown birds on a plate you are mistaken…”
Virginia Woolf. A Room of One’s Own.

Sunday’s Sayings:  Motivations and inspirations from the scriptures, poets or writers 

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