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My Idea Of Heaven Is Eating Foie Gras To The Sound Of Trumpets. -- Sydney Smith
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My idea of heaven is eating foie gras to the sound of trumpets.
-- Sydney Smith
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Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
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No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.
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