Cosmocopia
“Mansion in the Clouds DURING THE YEAR SINCE LAZORG’S spectacular and triumphant debut into the rarefied art world, Crutchsump had discovered that she excelled at maintaining a home: particularly, at cooking. She had a positive talent for transforming raw ingredients into sophisticated meals. All her former life, an existence now removed into half-painful, half-nostalgic insubstantiality, she had subsisted on the cheapest of foodstuffs. Oftentimes livewater had been all she could afford. She had never possessed enough money to lay in and continually replenish a rich larder, full of choice meats, fresh vegetables, beans and tubers and grains, spices and dried roots and herbs. A nicely equipped kitchen, with a self-regulating sea-coal stove and plenty of cookware, had also been absent. And time, or lack of same, had played its role as well. Often, while out scavenging during the day or finally at home, weary to her last blood cell at night, she had defaulted to the cheap prepared food fr...om vendors.MoreLess
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