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In The Light Of What Proust Wrote With So Mild A Stimulus, It Is The World's Loss That He Did Not Have A Heartier Appetite. On A Dozen Gardiner's Island Oysters, A Bowl Of Clam Chowder, A Peck Of Steamers, Some Bay Scallops, Three Sauteed Soft-shelled Crabs, A Few Ears Of Fresh Picked Corn, A Thin Swordfish Steak Of Generous Area, A Pair Of Lobsters, And A Long Island Duck, He Might Have Written A Masterpiece.

Henry Miller May Write About Revelers Self-woven Into A Human Hooked Rug, Because His Ecstasy Is Solemn.

Cynicism Is Often The Shamefaced Product Of Inexperience.

An Englishman Teaching An American About Food Is Like The Blind Leading The One-eyed.

If The First Requisite For Writing Well About Food Is A Good Appetite, The Second Is To Put In Your Apprenticeship As A Feeder When You Have Enough Money To Pay The Check But Not Enough To Produce Indifference Of The Total.