“They trudged out of the dark, scraping their boots free from lime-splodges and phlegm. They munched cold bacon. The lamps grew plump with oily reliable light.”
Geoffrey Hill, Mercian Hymns 23
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To ask the lard question is simple. But the answer is lard, and lard to remember. ("No wurst, there is none.")
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Monday, May 14, 2012
