Chapter 1796 of 1964 · 55 words · ~1 min read

LXVI.

Then there was God knows what "à l'Allemande," "A l'Espagnole," "timballe," and "salpicon"-- With things I can't withstand or understand, Though swallowed with much zest upon the whole; And _"entremets"_ to piddle with at hand, Gently to lull down the subsiding soul; While great Lucullus' _Robe triumphal_ muffles-- (_There's fame_)--young partridge fillets, decked with truffles.[756]