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Ah, (...) how that smugged liquid dripped out, forbidden, the drops glittering in the sun illegally... The next day, Piriapolis Oh, how relaxation intoxicates! Sunday Indefatigable alcohol pokes me with its elbow in the immediate vicinity.* *Witold Gombrowicz, Dziennik 1961-1966, Instytut Literacki, Paris 1987 (translation taken from: Diary vol.3 Lillian Vallee, Northwestern University Press: Evanston, IL, 1993) |
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other words a very mysterious mixture
The chef recommends the dishes...
"in vino veritas" - try to find the truth...
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