3 Mar
2001
3 Mar
'01
4 p.m.
Mistral wrote:
Servalan eats fresh fruit dipped in chocolate and decorated with candied violets and real gold by her personal chef, served on priceless antique china. She absolutely refuses to acknowledge Jarriere on the other side of the table, contentedly eating batter-fried Snowballs.
While this is a visually stunning tableau (reminds me of one of my fave films, 'The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover'), isn't it Servalan who castigates Bercol for moaning about the quality of Space Command's food? (Trial).
Tavia