Word: wined
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...corner to sleep in? Has he had a fist fight over a rotten Camembert? Has he had his shirt full of lice? I am only a former clochard but I affirm that 99.5% of clochards drink. The only thing for which a clochard ever stirs is red wine. Real clochards are not redeemable. They are Bohemians and will fall to pieces the minute they are subjected to discipline...
...bachelor in New York, but he keeps himself to himself. He goes bareheaded all the year round, wears ready-made blue or grey lounge suits, loafers, and bright bow ties. When he works he smokes a pipe; when he chats, a little cigar. He eats lightly and enjoys good wine...
...Dinh Diem, solemn and immaculate in a white sharkskin suit, sat on a canopied dais before representatives of 600,000 mountain tribesmen. Huge brass gongs sounded out a tribal chant. Tribesmen, some wearing only loincloths, others rigged out in bright robes and peacock feathers placed ceremonial jars of wine from each mountain village before him. Through long, curved bamboo stems, Diem took a ceremonial draught from each jar. Then village elders slipped three large gold bracelets on Diem's arm, spread the head and entrails of two sacrificed water buffaloes before him, and pledged their allegiance to his government...
...night, when everyone was asleep, I would get up from my bunk, and on a rough box I would prepare the altar and celebrate Mass. For the consecration ot the Eucharist, I used little crumbs of bread and five or six drops of wine. The most difficult thing to find was the wine, but the Lord saw to it that I never lacked. Sometimes I made it myself, fermenting the juice I squeezed out of bunches of dried grapes that I got from a fellow prisoner in exchange for many platefuls of 'Volga.' I kept this precious wine...
...Vorkuta, it is winter twelve months of the year and summer the rest of the time. That I spent over seven years at Vorkuta without dying or going crazy was due to the fact that the Lord never let me lack a little bread and a few drops of wine to celebrate the Mass. For me and a few companions in faith and misfortune, it was this alone which gave us the strength and warmth in those horrible polar nights...