tisdag 24 juni 2008
Det var dagar i Glasgow, jag gjorde det brukliga. I ögonvrån rutmönster, hörselgången pipande sorgesång. Tuggade till allmän häpnad nationalrätten, utbrast som Wodehouse:
" The fact that I am not a haggis addict is probably due to my having read Shakespeare. It is the same with many Englishmen. There is no doubt that Shakespeare has rather put us off the stuff.... You remember the passage to which I refer? Macbeth happens upon the three witches while they are preparing the evening meal. They are dropping things into the cauldron and chanting "Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog," and so on, and he immediately recognises the recipe. "How now, you secret, black and midnight haggis," he cries shuddering."