It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy. |
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. |
Silence [is] the unbearable repartee. |
The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb. |