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Post by Cearnach » Fri May 29, 2020 12:47 am

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The kitchens of Westminster Palace are enormous and painstakingly well-kept. The cook-staff has been at work for several days preparing the stupendous display of food and subtleties that will be presented at the coronation feast.

The kitchens are a prime location to get in touch with palace staff. In addition, servants, varlets, and other lowborn hangers-on eat (their much smaller portion of) the coronation feast here.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England
--Eliot, Little Gidding

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