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_"For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless. _For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him. _And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished. _He was supremely powerful. He told planets to destroy themselves, and they did. He created suns. Beautiful women flocked to be his. Of all men, he was the mightiest. Of all gods, he was the greatest."
Quite right. It's not the size of your sausage that matters, it's what you do with it.
"Blood puddings for Arioch!"
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_"For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless. _For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him. _And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished. _He was supremely powerful. He told planets to destroy themselves, and they did. He created suns. Beautiful women flocked to be his. Of all men, he was the mightiest. Of all gods, he was the greatest."
Blood and risoles for my Lord Arioch ? Any chips with that ?
Of course the risole (rissole ? risolle ?) is virtually a forgotten part of the English chippy, along with faggots. By golly I could do with a bit of French boudin noir and English chips: the absolute finest of our two great cultures! Doubt if I'll find much o' that in California. I gather the blood sausage is threatened in many countries along with foie gras. Some nonsense about cruelty to the animals...
By the same logic (and I'd be prepared to go along with that) all battery farming should be banned. I'm sort of with the Pope on banning ALL killing of people or foetuses -- i.e. I'd be prepared to trade off abortion rights if the powers that be agreed to stop killing people, including judicially -- and I feel much the same about giving up boudin noir and foie gras. I'll it up if the Chinese trade in fur from cats is wiped out and if battery farming is stopped. Meanwhile, hypocrite that I am, I will stuff my face with boudin noir or black pudding as often as I can and I'll take a little more of that pate de foie de canard, please.... Oh, God, I'm a monster. Open another bottle of 2000 claret to help me forget. It's not good, I'm salivating too much to continue here...
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