[Commonplace books: Thomas Farnaby, 17th-century]
People are like food. There are lots of bourgeois who seem to me like boiled beef: all steam, no juice, and to taste (it fills you up straight away and is much eaten by bumpkins). Other people are like white meat, freshwater fish, slender eels from the muddy river-bed, oysters (of varying degrees of saltiness), calves' heads, and sugared porridge. Me? I'm like a runny, stinking macaroni cheese, which you have to eat a lot of times before you develop a taste for it. You do finally get to like it, but only after it has made your stomach heave on countless occasions.
Posted by stronzo on 03.04.2013
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