Word: clarets
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...plush curtains. It was a breathless moment. Once the curtains, brushed from behind by a moving shape, vaguely stirred, and then an excited whisper rippled over the red room and vanished in diminishing circles of sound, as if a crumb had been dropped into a pool of claret...
...saucers, the Evening Standard made reply to its contemporary. It uncarthed a dinner given two weeks ago by the Soviet delegation in London: and labelled it a feast of Lucullus. With watering mouth and rising temperature, the author of the reply listed the vintages arrayed before the Russians: Sauterne, claret, champagne port, brandy, and vodka. It drew the moral that a society tea is but a quick lunch beside a good, luscious, Bolsheviki spread...
...humorous. Idwal Jones' chapter on the guerilla artists of San Francisco's old Barbary Coast is one of the best. There is Jacques, chef at the Tehama House, ladling out sea-gull-egg omelets. Banker Eugene Duprey washes down a 15-pound turkey with 20 bottles of claret and waddles into the street to be acclaimed for having won a great bet. Garibaldi the Magnificent furnishes Mark Hopkins' palace on Nob Hill for a commission of $100,000, having chests of gold dragged to his cottage door each week and Neronic feasts of roast duck, bouillabaisse...
...conjectured whether Keats stowed his portmanteau in the boot or had it sent by wagon; traced the influence upon his poetry of the Elgin Marbles, of an ash tree full of berries he saw somewhere, of a black eye he suffered in a game of cricket; computed how much claret he drank, examined a lock of his hair ("Such red, I think, I never saw before"), related how he received a kiss from a lady at a place called Bo Peep. In Appendix C, she prints 64 pages of "annotations and underscored pas sages in books owned or borrowed...
...name, who had just completed his farewell concert as guest conductor, was asking them to get up, to bow as he himself was bowing in gracious acknowledgment of the battering applause that assaulted his ears. But the cellists smiled at him; they beat with their right hands upon the claret-colored wood of their big fiddles to show that they, too, admired as much as the assembly which now, through the clapping, had begun to shout his name...