A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.