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Cranberry Catsup
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
I want to paint Montreal as a rather fantastic city, which it was, because nobody knows today what it was like. And I'm one of the last survivors, or rapidly becoming one.
Mobilis in Mobile
Pronunciamento of memento is risorgimento that let slip the meat-and-potatoes.
I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause.
M stands for Magic, Mystery, or Matrixaccording to taste
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Never take drugs before Marmalade
What's your specialty?
Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.
Oh, Tocqueville, you're the man.
A molcajete is a stone mortar and pestle from Mexico. They're great for grinding spices and making salsa and guacamole because they give everything a nice coarse and rustic feel. I've never collected anything, but I think I might start collecting these because each one is decorated differently.
Beaujolais is so underrated.
Ser mal profesor sale barato
- Who would carry the bell canto
- Of course Montserrat Caballe
There's always time for arguin' when you're a Fuentes.
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone
Mo'Nique is so full of love. I've been describing her as the tree in 'Pocahontas.' She's so wise and loving. She is just everything.
The greatest contribution to the Mexican table imaginable
Manassa naught,
a padded white envelope
with no return address,
landlocked and antiseptic,
exploited like a gas station.
Beauty
passes through in the briefest of cameos.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
In hoc signo vinces
Cirque du Freak' is the best vampire series ever.
Come one, come all! Prepare to be amazed by the one, the only - Mairelon the Magician!
With maaaaaaaaaagic!
I think Mustique is Duchampian - it will always provide an endless source of delight.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
Montreal, this wonderful town ... Pearl of Canada, Pearl of the world.
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
Despite history, despite English, despite the noteworthies, and a little bit also despite ourselves, alas!, the Quebecois people have stayed French. I had violently returned. This people had no need of directives to affirm its French pride in the face of the whole world
Mortui vivis docent - the dead teach the living.
Maria is the best reason to come home.
Each time somebody working for the Maison has a baby, the atelier creates miniature blouses-blanches, exactly like the ones we wear, with the child's name embroidered across the front. That is our welcome-to-this-world gift.
Mammary militia breast feeding en masse in Costa. Puts one off their latte.
Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.
I have shamed Mr. Cuervo
Hortense. We broke
cream of banana soup
Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
You don't need Montreal steak seasoning on everything.
Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.
My real name's McGill. The Jew thing I just do for the homeboys. They all want a pipe-hitting member of the tribe, so to speak.
Le mieux est l'ennemi du bien. (The perfect is the enemy of the good.)
A mask is a mirror. The masquerade is the only time I am me and it doesn't matter how many men I have sex with or how many girls I touch, I want more.
I believe in nurturing creativity and offering a haven for creators, enabling them to develop their ideas to the fullest. With more and more talented creators being drawn to Cirque in an environment that fulfills them, these are ideal to continue developing great new shows.
The waitress returns, cutting into possibly the most bizarre
way a pregnancy can be announced. At a Mexican restaurant. With a tequila shot
standoff. In French
THE ADVENTURE OF THE MAZARIN STONE
hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,
Mr. Sausage Nose
We are Malouins first, say the people of Saint-Malo.
Le ... feb ... vre ... Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Arma virumque cano ... "
*Literally: "I sing of arms and man".
I sing the praises of a man's stuggles
Death by creaming
face touchage"
"lame-sauce"
"Sulky McSulkerton
Pretty thing," whispered an old woman from a doorway in Maktahm. "Pretty skin. Pretty bones."
"This way, Master," called another.
"Come inside."
"Rest your feet."
"Rest your bones."
"Pretty bones."
"Pretty blood."
"Drink your magic."
"Eat your life."
"Come inside.
Fucking Magnus DuCane. I'd
Maktub" (It is written.)
I have decided to come back for Les Bleus.
Among the classic tastes: bread sauce, Nuits St Georges Les Perdrix 1962, Worcestershire sauce, Toblerone and Bovril.
Vivez joyeux" was the old saying. "Live joyfully.
The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup ...
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
No effete dauber M.
It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.
Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)
I always thought Ray Bourque was a great competitor.
I visited Eduardo Miura's ranch in Seville where he raised bulls for bullfighting, and I was so impressed that by the time I got home I had already selected my future emblem.
Excuse me. I didn't know I was talking to a master."
"Tres Navarre," I said. "I usually wear a t-shirt, says 'Master.' It's in the wash.
Don't tell me you're going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich
Saint Mochua was the son of a certain Cronan, of noble race, and spent his youth in fighting. At the age of thirty, he laid aside his arms and burnt a house, with all its contents, which had been given to him by his uncle, saying that a servant of Christ should take nothing from sinners.
the good finish best
declared Mr Marrable magniloquently;
I thought of Gene Krupa's drumming, his staccato drumming. I went and put 'Misirlou' to that rhythm.
The showstopper! The icon! The main event!
Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, (30) Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Esperanza, that you,
The French have got taste.
I have such an image of a mafioso.
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
Marmite - like that other little black-jar job, Bovril - is so much a Mark 1 staple-of-Empire brand, so much part of the Edwardian world of enamel advertising signs, the history of grin-and-bear-it industrial food.
The craving today is for something light and spicy, and few have patience, still less desire, to examine carefully that which would make a demand both upon their hearts and
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma
It's possible this whole "Why do Latinos love Morrisey?" question will haunt us forever. Fortunately, Canadian academics are on the case.
A panel at a beautiful annual literary festival in Brazil, held in the almost Utopian coastal town of Parati, found me matched with Fernando Gabeira. This comparison reduced my own limited charisma value to something like zero: Gabeira has excelled at every cultural activity in Brazil.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
Texas mystique (has been) created by the chemistry of the frontier in the crucible of history and forged into an enduring state of heart and mind.
Le mauvais gout mene au crime.' The
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born)
Many mickles make a muckle.
You ever want to negotiate a hostage situation in Quebec, I'm your man. Send me in for a little parley and the francophone miscreants will flee, hands over bleeding ears.