tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067720933708452667.post1140851674641088983..comments2023-11-29T17:12:52.735-06:00Comments on The Slab: EmergenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067720933708452667.post-79059020224200541632009-08-23T05:42:37.839-05:002009-08-23T05:42:37.839-05:00Fenice of the Hebrides, incarnate.
MacLeods are ...Fenice of the Hebrides, incarnate. <br /><br />MacLeods are everywhere; the yellow-black-red tartan is just about every schoolgirl's skirt at one time or another (assuming they wear skirts anymore). But the place can stand anything, including separate memoirs by Johnson and Boswell of varying degrees of ungratefulness, but which allow it to be remembered in advance. <br /><br />This is a captivating image of a real redoubt, and when one thinks of the old barrels of Talisker whisky they've got in the cellars, its inherent aromatics are diffused in exhalations of its contemplation.Laurentnoreply@blogger.com