How is it that that man can rise up like a
Soufflé
at sparrafart , compose such digressive confections , add spice to the discourse, never complain of the heat in the kitchen,and give vent to all manner of airisms, all STRUNG TOGETHER in a POT-POURRI fashion that could almost be called egg-centric? I ask.
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