...The crowd grows unruly, restive. First comes a titter. Then a guffaw. At last, the entire ballroom is doubled over in cruel horse-laughter at poor Chunky Beef Noodle. Utterly humiliated, she runs from the room, never to be seen again in Society.
The footman, attempting to restore order, cries out in a stentorian voice above the tumult, "Andalusian Gazpacho!"
And all is well again. The Grand Ball may continue.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Soup society
Ned explains soup classism:
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That was a wonderful little story, wasn't it? I loved it.
Yup. Hard not to link that one.
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