Word: aspic
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Waiters brought on cold ham in aspic and Britain's Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden brought up Poland. His toast: "To Mr. Gusev [Fedor Gusev, Soviet Ambassador to Britain]. One night he shared a flying bomb with the so-called London Poles. All of us hoped this common experience might bring understanding between Mr. Gusev and Mr. Mikolajczyk [Premier Stanislaw Mikolajczyk, of the Polish Government in Exile] which would bode well for the postwar world." All of the 40 guests drank to Gusev...
...shaved his armpits so deep that they bled, transferred blood to other parts of his body, turning his bathing trunks inside out, placed an enormous red geranium behind one ear, a pearl necklace round his neck, and finally smeared his whole body with a mixture of goat dung and aspic. From this there emerged, says Dali, "Miracle of miracles!-the 'exact' odor of the ram . . . a stifling stench...
...paper romance, and anything-for-a-laugh comedy. There are moments when Director McCarey has the sleight of hand it takes. Albert Bassermann makes a small prize package of a fierce, old Polish general. Pudgy Walter Slezak, as the dastardly baron, is as slickly untrustworthy as a bomb in aspic. But Principals Rogers and Grant exude a general impression that they know something has gone very wrong, and that nothing much can be done about...
...peevishly: "Within five days I have eaten at least seven times my weekly meat ration, five times my butter ration. . . . Not content with this debauch I have swallowed saddle of hare in wine sauce, lobster Thermidor, the inevitable (if you live that way) caviar, Hungarian pork goulash, quails in aspic and goose livers. In addition I have eaten two dozen oysters and a considerable quantity of fish, ranging from smoked salmon via tuna, sardines and anchovies to an enormous Dover sole. This mountain of food was obtained with out loss of a single food coupon. ... I have watched the great...
...reviews of the celluloid strips tripped a bit in his discussion of that stupendous inanity billed as She [TIME, July 22]. I fidgeted through one showing of this insult to my imagination, but was attentive enough to notice that the gentleman preserved in ice "like a lamb chop in aspic'' was not John Vincey, but his valiant servant who had had a terrific encounter with a sabre-toothed monster. John Vincey, on the other hand, was miraculously preserved on a very uncomfortable looking slab, only to be unceremoniously consumed by a powerful potion poured over...