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- 68 - “Good Taste Is the Excuse I’ve Always Given” Organ meat is sort of like organ music. Great at first, but too much of it will probably kill you. —Dan Okrent After an hour’s shower he feels flensed, Gorgonized by Glen Mhor, revived by coffee, Auburned with cream. You will find no imposture In this abode. It’s all authentic, though rinsed And husked, dried and cleaned. He will agree That a brand serves as a cynosure, A guide to what fare is finest, discreet And above the hoi polloi’s poor choices. Is he a thing to envy or resent? Are the subtle and refined for the effete? Can too much excellence, too, be a vice? Taste makes his caste; nurture, his accent. Slicings and drainings make him a connoisseur, Suds of blood and drool, his abattoir. ...

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