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5f8457e
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Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.
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reading
books
pg-84
senator-pococurante
opinions
fame
taste
judgment
independent-thought
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Voltaire |
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737d596
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"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry" said Hermione, before catching sight of Ron's raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying "oh you know what I mean - Goyle's Potion looked like bogies."
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humor
hermione-granger
polyjuice-potion
ron-weasley
taste
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J.K. Rowling |
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87218e3
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So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
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pain
happy
happiness
life
feel
taste
little
strong
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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7e41da7
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Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.
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philosophy
metaphysical
taste
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MurakamiHaruki |
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b153410
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After you, it's all cheap tequila.
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love
taste
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Jacqueline Carey |
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9da7d72
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That tastes like hope feels.
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hope
taste
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John Green |
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f5437f8
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The Countess was considerably younger than her husband. All of her clothes came from Paris (this was after Paris) and she had superb taste. (This was after taste too, but only just. And since it was such a new thing, and since the Countess was the only lady in all Florin to posses it, is it any wonder she was the leading hostess in the land?)
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fiction
timelines
taste
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William Goldman |
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a558936
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A person with taste is merely one who can recognize the greatest beauty in the simplest things.
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taste
simplicity
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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6bcc40c
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But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, on the ruin of all the rest, bearing without giving way, on their almost impalpable droplet, the immense edifice of memory.
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smell
taste
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Marcel Proust |
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7d09ba1
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The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.
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poetry
music
stimulation
character-building
taste
emotions
intellect
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Charles Darwin |
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9987ca5
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A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.
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life
truth
taste
lie
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Jodi Picoult |
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633ef29
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Because her general taste appalled him, it annoyed him that he himself constituted one of her favorites. It was an anomaly which he had never been able to take apart.
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pkd
flow
taste
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Philip K. Dick |
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a95c32f
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If we are defined by reason and morality, then reason and morality must define our choices, even when animals are concerned. When people say, for example, that they like their veal or hot dogs too much to ever give them up, and yeah it's sad about the farms but that's just the way it is, reason hears in that the voice of gluttony. We can say that what makes a human being human is precisely the ability to understand that the suffering of an animal is more important than the taste of a treat.
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morality
reason
gluttony
taste
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Matthew Scully |
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db0e92f
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And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up - and I smiled. I smiled, thinking, The hunger, because I knew it all too well. The hunger. The desire. Then, slowly, as we walked on, I felt the beauty of it, and I could taste it, like words inside my mouth.
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words
feel
mouth
taste
hunger
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Markus Zusak |
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335b23d
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It tastes like water spiked with strange.
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taste
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Mary Roach |
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295caa3
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Every cuisine has its characteristic 'flavor principle,' Rozin contends, whether it is tomato-lemon-oregano in Greece; lime-chili in Mexico; onion-lard-paprika in Hungary, or, in Samin's Moroccan dish, cumin-coriander-cinnamon-ginger-onion-fruit. (And in America? Well, we do have Heinz ketchup, a flavor principle in a bottle that kids, or their parents, use to domesticate every imaginable kind of food. We also now have the familiar salty-umami taste of fast food, which I would guess is based on salt, soy oil, and MSG.
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flavor
cuisine
taste
culture
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Michael Pollan |
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71d995f
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He appeared to spend a lot of money on really bad clothes.
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ostentation
taste
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John le Carré |
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6a5094f
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I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...
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fear
smell
mouth
taste
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Markus Zusak |
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627429c
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Had a person attempted to taste me so soon after we met, I would have been alarmed; but since Athena was an octopus, I was thrilled. Although we couldn't have been more different -- I, a terrestrial vertebrate constrained by joints and bound to air; she, a marine mollusk with not a single bone, who breathed water -- she was clearly as curious about me as I was about her.
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mollusks
octopus
taste
curiosity
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Sy Montgomery |
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9df8c2e
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"I started thinking more about music. I thought I'd accepted the fact that, as part of "Being Gretchen," I didn't really like music, but in fact, the truth was slightly different: I thought I didn't like music, but in fact, I didn't approve of my own taste--I wished I liked sophisticated music, like jazz or classical or esoteric rock. Instead, my taste ran mostly to what might play on a lite FM station. Oh, well. Be Gretchen."
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preferences
taste
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Gretchen Rubin |
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25ca932
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We are taught to think ourselves ugly. Eyes are an assaulted sense. We are taught to behave by spankings and whippings. Touch is an assaulted sense. We are taught we should not smell, or we smell wrong. Smell is an assaulted sense. We listen to songs that call us 'hos and tell us how to give blow jobs. Hearing is an assaulted sense. Taste, not so much.
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music
songs
humor
hearing
smell
taste
sense
food
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Alice Randall |
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ee81e1a
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"I think "taste" is a social concept and not an artistic one. I'm willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else's living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another's brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves."
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writing
taste
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John Updike |
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b941b53
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Americans appreciate bad taste or America wouldn't look the way America does.
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bad-taste
taste
americans
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P. J. O'Rourke |
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93398b4
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On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and the peach was radiant, dusky rose and gold, its skin so plush she thought her fingertip might bruise it. This was the day, the very hour to eat- and she had come prepared, but she didn't want Concepcion to see her. She waited until the housekeeper shouldered her leather-handled canvas bag and left. Then Jess unwrapped the organic peach she'd bought that morning. Slightly smaller, slightly harder, but decently rosy, the peach listed left- just the right direction- when she set it on the table. Leaving this changeling for George, she washed his ripe fruit, and bit and broke the skin. An intense tang, the underside of velvet. Then flesh dissolved in a rush of nectar. Juice drenched her hand and wet the inside of her wrist. She had forgotten, if she'd ever known, that what was sweet could also be so complicated, that fruit could have a nap, like fabric, soft one way, sleek the other.
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ripe
jess-bach
peach
smell
taste
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Allegra Goodman |
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7602723
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Normal consumers declare rock to be dead whenever they personally stop listening to it (or at least to new iterations of it), which typically happens about two years after they graduate from college.
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rock-music
taste
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Chuck Klosterman |
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410428e
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"Edith (the future Mrs. Teddy Roosevelt) developed a lifelong devotion to drama and poetry. "I have gone back to Shakespeare, as I always do," she would write seven decades later."
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cultivation
taste
reflection
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Doris Kearns Goodwin |
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8af7a21
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"Returning to the buffet, she helped herself to another piece of focaccia bread, the top glistening with a sheen of olive oil and sprinkled with big crystals of salt, fronds of rosemary and tiny curls of thinly sliced garlic. She tasted the bread and made a sound of pleasure that would have embarrassed her if anyone had heard. "It's even better with this Cabernet." Dominic Rossi stood there with two full glasses of red wine. Tess felt her face heat with a blush. Okay, so he'd heard."
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tess-and-dominic
tess-delaney
taste
ingredients
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Susan Wiggs |
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84d9b9c
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What I taste, I said, reading from my page, is what I remember from my last Dorito, plus the chemicals that are kind of like that taste, and then my zoned-out mind that doesn't really care what it actually tastes like. Remembering, chemicals, zoning. It is a magical combo. All these parts form together to make a flavor sensation trick that makes me want to eat the whole bag and then maybe another bag. Do you have another bag? asked a skateboard guy, licking his fingers. No, I said. In conclusion, I said, a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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doritos
rose-edelstein
taste
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Aimee Bender |
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01c252e
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Taste - as in personal preference, discernment - is subjective. It's emphemeral, shaped by trends and fads. It's one part mouth and nose, two parts ego.
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taste
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Mary Roach |
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b2a1973
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"He caught her hand, his thumb feathering across the inside of her wrist. "I don't understand." He closed his eyes, smiled in his mind. She was back to using her professional, scientific voice. "Would you stay out of my head? Wait until you're invited." The smile in his mind was just a little too sexy for her peace of mind. Now he sounded innocent. She laughed softly. "Do I have stamped on my forehead?" Shea raised her eyebrows. "I'm a surgeon. I don't need a bedside manner. And in any case, I've never had such an outrageous patient before. Stop calling me . And . And all the other things you call me. Dr. O'Halloran is appropriate." For the first time his sensuous mouth softened, curved into a grin. The effect on her was shattering. It wasn't right for a male to look that sexy. He should be banned from all female company. His tone was lazy, teasing, a little bit husky. Shea laughed softly. It was impossible to be annoyed with him when he was in this mood. "You handsome and sexy, but don't let it go to your head. You're also arrogant, dominating, and too ruthless for my taste." She squashed him without a qualm. Jacques tugged on her hand, drew her close to the bed so that he could bring her palm to the warmth of his mouth. "
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taste
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Christine Feehan |
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a5a2f56
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Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.
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people
taste
shooting
safety
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Rachel Kushner |
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15265c4
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"What will I taste like?" I asked. He inhaled deeply at the base of my throat. "Sweet and pure," he answered, "like white lilacs."
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mina-and-dracula
taste
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Karen Essex |
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2142dd7
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She too looked like a regular lady, living in the world- didn't seem particularly with it or excitable or stellar. But that chicken, bathed in thyme and butter- I hadn't ever tasted a chicken that had such a savory warmth to it, a taste I could only suitably identify as the taste of chicken. Somehow, in her hands, food felt recognized. Spinach became spinach- with a good farm's care, salt, the heat and her attention, it seemed to relax into its leafy, broad self. Garlic seized upon its lively nature. Tomatoes tasted as substantive as beef.
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madame-dupont
recognition
taste
ingredients
chicken
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Aimee Bender |
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28c3ecc
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Taste is the enemy of a good death.
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taste
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Bono |
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bdc5172
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With a quick thank-you, I focused my attention on the pastry he brought. The flavors melted in my mouth- warm chocolate and melted butter and the flaky sweet crust. This was what I loved about France. A keen appreciation for the simplicity and sweetness of life. The French seemed to savor their minutes along with their food.
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croissant
taste
sweet
france
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Melanie Dobson |
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a548411
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That Greiner house, now--a typical rung in the social ladder! The man who built it came from a MILIEU where all the dishes are put on the table at once. His facade is a complete architectural meal; if he had omitted a style his friends might have thought the money had given out. Not a bad purchase for Rosedale, though: attracts attention, and awes the Western sight-seer. By and bye he'll get out of that phase, and want something that the crowd will pass and the few pause before.
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distinction
keeping-up-with-the-joneses
taste
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Edith Wharton |