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The beaten track just slipped out of sight. He flings a boot-tree at a precious TerBorch. Bombs fall to the west in the Haagsche Bosch.
The wind blows, ruffling the ornamental ponds outside. Staff cars snarl away, down the long drive lined with beeches. The half-moon shines among hazy clouds, its dark half the color of aged meat. Blicero orders everyone down into the shelter, a cellarful of gin in brown crocks, open-slat crates of anemone bulbs.
The slut has put his battery in the British crosshairs, the raid can come at any moment! Everybody sits around drinking oude genever and peeling cheeses. Telling stories, mostly funny ones, from before the War. Scraps of wax litter the floor like leaves. Spaces littered with matching bottles show up a bit in Pynchon. Thanks to Drunk Pynchonette, I now have a brown crock of my own!
Make sure not to skim that last sentence too quickly. And man, this genever is lovely stuff. It smells first and most of all like a big fresh loaf of bread. Which all gives a pretty solid preview for the taste: You are commenting using your WordPress.
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