soup or broth?
se_ledka поместила прелестный мультфильм. А я сразу вспомнила Victorian Gentlemen. (слышно там, к сожалению, не очень, поэтому ниже расшифровка- enjoy :))
The comminuted stock of fried bull's penis is then folded in on a gentle heat and thinned with pig's urine and goat sweat. Imparting a delicacy of flavour and a rich sustaining body that no thin, dandified soup could ever hope to attain.
- Darling Elizabeth. - Oh, Richard.
- I knew you would come.
- I, too, Elizabeth.
I, too, knew that I would come.
Richard, I am far from well.
- Far, far from well.
- Elizabeth, I bring soup. I bring warm nourishing soup, fitter the better to make you more well with.
-Richard, you are so kind, so very kind.
-Let me help you to a little of this soup, Elizabeth. I shall pour it so, into this small dish or saucer. Can you, Elizabeth, can you bring this small dish or saucer of soup to your lips?
-Richard, I am trying to bring this small dish or saucer of soup to my lips.
But the effort exhausts me.
-Let me, Elizabeth, let me bring this small dish or saucer of soup to your lips in this manner.
Cradling your neck thus and introducing the soup as gently as I may know how.
-So kind, Richard.
- So!
- Henry.
- Talbot?
- Elizabeth. As soon as news reached me that you were in a decline, I drove from Hampshire like a man with a devil hot at his heelsto bring you some broth.
-Broth? Huh! Cannot you see that this lady is ill, sir? I am helping her to a small dish or saucer of soup. She cannot be doing with broths.
-Soup! You dare to presume upon a sick girl with soup?
-Elizabeth, I cannot recommend that you endanger your delicate constitution
with coarse, peasant broths.
-Peasant? This broth is refined from purest lamb's liver.
-Lamb's liver, is that all?
-All? The devil fly away with your impudence. Of course, it is not all. The brains of seven young guinea fowl are delicately sieved through muslin and left to set on a jelly of ox blood.
-Gentlemen, please.
-Aye, and left to sit in too warm a kitchen, too, I'll warrant.
-Thus curdling the whole into a mess unfit for an ailing lady. By no means, left to set in a chilled larder.
-The comminuted stock of fried bull's penis is then folded in on a gentle heat and thinned with pig's urine and goat sweat. Imparting a delicacy of flavour and a rich sustaining body
that no thin, dandified soup could ever hope to attain.
-"Thin dandified soup?" By God, you'll pay for that insolence before this day is out, Talbot. This soup is reconstituted from a stock of boiled horse's rectum and thickened with German vomit.
-That is all very well, my fine young sir, but the proof of the soup is in the supping. Then sup on this, Talbot, and weep.
-If you can bear to be humbled, then taste the broth of paradise.
- Mmm. Excellent.
- Not bad at all.
The recipe for both these dishes, Henry's broth and Richard's soup, is available on Ceefax, page 627. In the meantime, I'm going to have to decide which of these two to have sex with.
Goodbye.
The comminuted stock of fried bull's penis is then folded in on a gentle heat and thinned with pig's urine and goat sweat. Imparting a delicacy of flavour and a rich sustaining body that no thin, dandified soup could ever hope to attain.
Click to view- Darling Elizabeth. - Oh, Richard.
- I knew you would come.
- I, too, Elizabeth.
I, too, knew that I would come.
Richard, I am far from well.
- Far, far from well.
- Elizabeth, I bring soup. I bring warm nourishing soup, fitter the better to make you more well with.
-Richard, you are so kind, so very kind.
-Let me help you to a little of this soup, Elizabeth. I shall pour it so, into this small dish or saucer. Can you, Elizabeth, can you bring this small dish or saucer of soup to your lips?
-Richard, I am trying to bring this small dish or saucer of soup to my lips.
But the effort exhausts me.
-Let me, Elizabeth, let me bring this small dish or saucer of soup to your lips in this manner.
Cradling your neck thus and introducing the soup as gently as I may know how.
-So kind, Richard.
- So!
- Henry.
- Talbot?
- Elizabeth. As soon as news reached me that you were in a decline, I drove from Hampshire like a man with a devil hot at his heelsto bring you some broth.
-Broth? Huh! Cannot you see that this lady is ill, sir? I am helping her to a small dish or saucer of soup. She cannot be doing with broths.
-Soup! You dare to presume upon a sick girl with soup?
-Elizabeth, I cannot recommend that you endanger your delicate constitution
with coarse, peasant broths.
-Peasant? This broth is refined from purest lamb's liver.
-Lamb's liver, is that all?
-All? The devil fly away with your impudence. Of course, it is not all. The brains of seven young guinea fowl are delicately sieved through muslin and left to set on a jelly of ox blood.
-Gentlemen, please.
-Aye, and left to sit in too warm a kitchen, too, I'll warrant.
-Thus curdling the whole into a mess unfit for an ailing lady. By no means, left to set in a chilled larder.
-The comminuted stock of fried bull's penis is then folded in on a gentle heat and thinned with pig's urine and goat sweat. Imparting a delicacy of flavour and a rich sustaining body
that no thin, dandified soup could ever hope to attain.
-"Thin dandified soup?" By God, you'll pay for that insolence before this day is out, Talbot. This soup is reconstituted from a stock of boiled horse's rectum and thickened with German vomit.
-That is all very well, my fine young sir, but the proof of the soup is in the supping. Then sup on this, Talbot, and weep.
-If you can bear to be humbled, then taste the broth of paradise.
- Mmm. Excellent.
- Not bad at all.
The recipe for both these dishes, Henry's broth and Richard's soup, is available on Ceefax, page 627. In the meantime, I'm going to have to decide which of these two to have sex with.
Goodbye.