Conversation this January at dinner diverts to accounts of
a woman’s recent visit to St. Petersburg where, at The Hermitage, she saw such
works as Rembrandt’s ‘Prodigal Son’, “up the stairs and to the left, or was it
right?” Father melts at the thought of Rembrandt’s ‘Prodigal Son’, such an
extraordinary painting, the direction of the faces, red and gold and darkness.
They called it Leningrad, he says. However, daughter, who has also completed by
now her bowl of Risotto alla Sbirraglia, reacts, “Lemongrab?” For her,
Lemongrab is only one thing, the antihero of the sweet realm of Adventure
Time.
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