Heres me as written into a 1950s literary-style society column (by a dear friend): Mr. Andre Joseph Gallant, an international oyster expert and literary bon vivant, beckoned the bivalves rhapsodically: Come hither, my splendid little darlings. He charmed the little oysters into thinking they were about to slip-slide down some magical water wall, when in fact they were destined for his gullet, and sudden death. Just call me the oyster-cutioner, Gallant said, smacking his lips and sipping from his fifth glass of Sancerre.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 17:54:16 +0000