Friday, September 3, 2010

Enterprise Like Jibjab

The word for the weekend: Foie Gras

Black Jack sniffed and sniffed immediately the spirit of kosher bacon and foie gras. In the back room the smell was even more intense, and Black Jack recalled with relish about how the top butcher had slipped him waste. For a man he had already been a famous guy, the butcher - never expected that Black Jack begged for food or tricks fully conducted, nor had he ever tried to pet him. If a man could inspire an almost note: let one's dignity and the food.

Matt Ruff: Fool on the Hill


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