Saturday, April 5, 2014

the last book I ever read (Gore Vidal's Burr, excerpt thirteen)

from Burr: A Novel by Gore Vidal:

I recall nothing of our excellent dinner except that the French wine was not only good to drink but promptly produced a lecture on the making of wine. I herewith note for history that this lecture had in no way changed its form from the last time I had been honoured with it. Jefferson played his mind rather the same way he played his fiddle, being especially fond of the old tunes.

There was also a miraculous dessert that I had not encountered before; it consisted of ice-cream served in a shell of hot pastry.

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