Cole Thornton: Just a minute, son. Mississippi: I am not your son. My name is Alan Bourdillon Traherne.... Cole: Lord almighty. Mississippi: Yeah, well, that's why most people call me Mississippi. I was born on the river in a flatboat.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a ...300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid spleen,... An attachment a la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not-too-French French bean!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Firm-style bean curd insoles cushion feet, absorb perspiration and provide more protein than meat or fish innersoles of twice the ...weight. Tofu compresses with use, becoming more pungent and flavorful. May be removed when not in use to dry or marinate. Innersoles are ready to eat after 1,200 miles of wear. Each pair provides adult protein requirement for 2 meals. Insoles are sized large to allow for snacks. Recipe booklet included.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That is to say, he writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me ...of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm (I was about to write abscess!) of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Creamy bean flowers with black eyes and leaves like bored hearts. Is it blood clots the tendrils are dragging up that string?... No, no, it is scarlet flowers that will one day be edible.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Don't look now, God, we're all right. All the suicides are eating Black Bean Soup;... the Dalmatians, our turnip, our spotted parasite snoozles in her chair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth.... As new and smooth as a grape, as pure as a pond in Alaska, as good as the stem of a green bean we are born and that ought to be enough....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On gala days the town fires its great guns, which echo like popguns to these woods, and some waifs of martial music occasionally p...enetrate thus far. To me, away there in my bean-field at the other end of the town, the big guns sounded as if a puffball had burst; and when there was a military turnout of which I was ignorant, I have sometimes had a vague sense all the day of some sort of itching and disease in the horizon, as if some eruption would break out there soon.... When there were several bands of musicians, it sounded as if all the village was a vast bellows, and all the buildings expanded and collapsed alternately with a din. But sometimes it was a really noble and inspiring strain that reached these woods, and the trumpet that sings of fame, and I felt as if I could spit a Mexican with a good relish,--for why should we always stand for trifles?--and looked round for a woodchuck or a skunk to exercise my chivalry upon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »