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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeing the bereft empty tables above, prompted a cinematic memory of a lavish scene in the Garbo version of &quot;Anna Karenina&quot; (1935, I think).  Officers with pristine uniforms, glistening hair pomade, waxed mustaches, and military regalia have entered a grand vaulted dining hall; and an incomparable banquet awaits.   The camera tracks down through the center of the groaning board, caressing  crystal goblets,  snow-white linens, flickering candles, countless platters of artful cuisine,  elaborate jellied salads festooned with sprigs of herbs, and enough cutlery to sink a ship.   The viewer watches breathlessly, as the brotherhood toast and sing endless Russian folk songs.   Entitled beauty and bounty, captured forever on film..........as we wait for dinner to be served in London. 

Thank you, GA, for stirring our memories and imaginations.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Seeing the bereft empty tables above, prompted a cinematic memory of a lavish scene in the Garbo version of &#8220;Anna Karenina&#8221; (1935, I think).  Officers with pristine uniforms, glistening hair pomade, waxed mustaches, and military regalia have entered a grand vaulted dining hall; and an incomparable banquet awaits.   The camera tracks down through the center of the groaning board, caressing  crystal goblets,  snow-white linens, flickering candles, countless platters of artful cuisine,  elaborate jellied salads festooned with sprigs of herbs, and enough cutlery to sink a ship.   The viewer watches breathlessly, as the brotherhood toast and sing endless Russian folk songs.   Entitled beauty and bounty, captured forever on film&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.as we wait for dinner to be served in London. </p>
<p>Thank you, GA, for stirring our memories and imaginations.</p>
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