Ana Cardoso, Turnips, (pormenor) 2013
Know me come eat with me. Royal sturgeon. High sheriff, Coffey, the butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen area. Whitehatted chef like a rabi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten too many drugs spoil the broth. I know it myself. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup. Geese stuffed silly for them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do ptake some ptarmigan. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney I remember. Du, de la, French.
Know me come eat with me. Royal sturgeon. High sheriff, Coffey, the butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen area. Whitehatted chef like a rabi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten too many drugs spoil the broth. I know it myself. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup. Geese stuffed silly for them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do ptake some ptarmigan. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney I remember. Du, de la, French.
JAMES
JOYCE, Irlanda,
in Ulysses, 1922
Conhece-me
anda comer comigo. Esturjão real. Xerife-mor, Coffey, o talhante, com direito aos veados da floresta da ex-mulher. Devolver-lhe a metade
de uma vaca. Folha de jornal que vi lá em baixo, na zona da cozinha do
Patrão do Rolls. Chef de chapéu branco qual rabi. Pato
combustível. Couve frisada à la duchesse de Parme. É bom
escreverem na ementa para podermos saber o que comemos drogas a mais estragam
o caldo. Sei por mim. A tomar pequenas doses com a sopa ressequida do Edward. Para
eles gansos empanturrados até cair. Lagostas cozidas vivas. Ptoma o
ptarmesão. Não me importava de ser criado de mesa num hotel chique.
Gorjetas, traje de noite, senhoras seminuas. Posso tentá-la com mais um
filetezinho de linguado com limão, miss Dubedat? Sim, dá bedade. E
bedadeu mesmo. Nome huguenote, suponho. Lembro-me que vivia em Killiney uma
miss Dubedat. Du, de la, francesa.
