From: Stephen Whitehill <parmenides at gmail.com>
Date: Jan 24, 2006 12:38 AM
Subject: Re: Food, glorious food.



Mr. Goldsmith wrote:
>
> And I'll pat my immense gut with immense satisfaction,
> and I'll fart immense farts for a week.  Francois
> Rabelais never heard such farts I'll fart.

    And in your sleep your flatulence will rise through the covers
like marsh gas, flicker with will o' the wisp, and she who gave you
the Le Cruset will think to crown you with it.  The cassoulet isn't
over until the fat man sings.

Mr. Whitehill