[T]his man is a servant of the eyes of men, and offers parchment or a white skin in sacrifice, but the flesh and the inwards he leaves to be consumed by a stranger fire.

An apricot palinka made with honey, apricot juice and lime — every bit as captivating as the new food in town.

It seems at first sight a strange thing that Paris, with its apparently pure air, should be by no means so healthy a place to live in as London. … Another cause, not so sensible to the eye as to another organ, we have long believed to be, the universal accumulation of ordures in pestiferous cess-pools under or near almost every house. … The removal of these ordures is periodical, and must take place in the night. … From the cleaned-out dwellings the ordures are taken to the greatest laystall in the world, the Boyauteries of Montfaucon, famous for its filth, its carrion, and countless myriads of rats. Thence they are bought up by growers as manure for the land; …

Within these few years Sir Charles has antiquified the Hall, if such a word may be admitted, so that its pointed gable ends, and Elizabethan appearance, render it somewhat an object of curiosity.