…Amanda Hesser, a generally very fine journalist, writing about fleur de sel, had this to say about the sea salt that is harvested in France and available in New York City for $36 a kilo: “As I ate them, fine crystals of salt sprinkled on the potatoes crackled under my teeth, releasing tiny bursts that taste of the sea and its minerals. There was no sting at the back of the mouth, no bitterness, just a silky, salty essence wrapping each bite of potato.” Sting at the back of the mouth? Bitterness? What has poor Amanda Hesser been doing all these years to add some savor to her food? Licking undeveloped Polaroids?
Don’t Get Too Comfortable, David Rakoff. pp. 23-24
“They set fire to great cities and turn our society upside down in return for bits of colored ribbon. Where have we failed, Max? What manner of children will they breed, and what manner of world will they shape?”
p. 138, Bomber. Len Deighton.