"...As
I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic
taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the
succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed
it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to
be happy and to make plans.”
Ernest Hemingway in "A moveable feast"
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