The revolving door metes out the aromas as two platinum-grey old dames totter in, rouged up to the eyeballs, expelling several door-compartmentsful of intense coffee aroma onto the street.
At a time when the world is reverting to its smallest constituent parts — from international system to nation state to city to socially-isolated family unit — it might seem premature to speculate about what happens when the crisis passes.
Our readers are aware that much of the sugar sold in many countries goes through an azuring treatment; blue is added to granulated sugar with the view of making it appear whiter than it actually is.
Volpone, in a desperate attempt to undo his own overreaching, to unprovoke his lawyer Voltore — When I provoked him, then I lost myself [5.11.22] — must falsify the brief and uncharacteristically true pleading of Voltore on the grounds he is possessed:
