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Mar 21 22:51 UTC 1999 |
This is the spring edition of a Grex game that has been running for many
seasons now.
It works like this: Whoever is "up" posts a published quote. The object
is to guess the author. The first person to guess correctly gets to give
the next quote.
If you're up and people are having trouble, it's considered good form to
give hints and/or another quote by the same author.
If you're guessing, please guess one author at a time (that is, no
scattergun guessing by one person). If you're told that your guess is
wrong, then you're free to guess a different author.
Your quotes can be easy or hard, but the authors should be people that
at least some Grexers are apt to have heard of.
[thanks to remmers for the above text]
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Mar 21 23:08 UTC 1999 |
when we left winter agora, it was my turn. here's my quotation:
i can remember the two of us the next day eating lunch while sitting
on the low white wall along the boundary of romanee conti -- cold
chicken, french bread, a fromage dur and a bottle of romanee conti
itself. we spread our food on the top of the wall and stood the bottle
alongside, together with two good wineglasses. my father drew the cork
and poured the wine while i did my best to carve the chicken, and there
we sat in the warm autumn sun, watching the grape-pickers combing the
rows of vines, filling their baskets, bringing them to the heads of
the rows, dumping the grapes into larger baskets which in turn were
emptied into carts drawn by pale creamy-brown horses. i can remember
my father sitting on the wall and waving a half-eaten drumstick in the
direction of this splendid scene and saying, "you are sitting, my boy,
on the edge of the most famous piece of land in the whole world! just
look at it! four and a half acres of flinty red clay! that's all it
is! but those grapes you can see them picking at this very moment will
produce a wine that is a glory among among wines. it is also almost
unobtainable because so little of it is made. this bottle we are
drinking now came from here eleven years ago. smell it! inhale the
bouquet! taste it! drink it! but never try to describe it! it is
impossible to put such a flavour into words! to drink a romanee conti
is like having an orgasm in the mouth and the nose both at the same
time."
i loved it when my father got himself worked up like this.
listening to him during those early years, i began to realize how
important it was to be an enthusiast in life. he taught me that if
you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full
speed ahead. embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it, and above
all become passionate about it. lukewarm is no good. hot is no good,
either. white hot and passionate is the only thing to be.
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