A madhouse of frenzied moneymaking and frenzied pleasure-seeking, with none of the corners chipped off. It is beautifully situated... and the air reminds one curiously of Edinburgh.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I see not much difference between ourselves & the Turks, save that we have foreskins and they none, that they have long dresses an...d we short, and that we talk much and they little. In England the vices in fashion are whoring & drinking, in Turkey, sodomy and smoking.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at ano...ther man's table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze, though he has never so much a mind to it, nor do a many things which a body may do freely by one's self.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels. In so far as God has partly revealed to us an angelic world,... he has partly told us what an angel means. But God has never told us what a turkey means. And if you go and stare at a live turkey for an hour or two, you will find by the end of it that the enigma has rather increased than diminished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It has been an unchallengeable American doctrine that cranberry sauce, a pink goo with overtones of sugared tomatoes, is a delecta...ble necessity of the Thanksgiving board and that turkey is uneatable without it.... There are some things in every country that you must be born to endure; and another hundred years of general satisfaction with Americans and America could not reconcile this expatriate to cranberry sauce, peanut butter, and drum majorettes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My consciousness-raising group is still going on. Every Monday night it meets, somewhere in Greenwich Village, and it drinks a lot... of red wine and eats a lot of cheese. A friend of mine who is in it tells me that at the last meeting, each of the women took her turn to explain, in considerable detail, what she was planning to stuff her Thanksgiving turkey with. I no longer go to the group.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bo...thered or in danger, and he can eat anything.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The present century has not dealt kindly with the farmer. His legends are all but obsolete, and his beliefs have been pared away b...y the professors at colleges of agriculture. Even the farm- bred bards who twang guitars before radio microphones prefer "I'm Headin' for the Last Roundup" to "Turkey in the Straw" or "Father Put the Cows Away."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »