| So it's a very bold move to slice a chicken breast and then encrust it and then cook it again. | |
| Thousands of polyps will form coral heads ... that encrust its surface. | |
| So it's a very bold move to slice a chicken breast and then encrust it and then cook it again. | |
| Thousands of polyps will form coral heads ... that encrust its surface. | |
| - First, the encrusted needle. | |
| - Salt-encrusted. | |
| .. .iewel-encrusted surfboard just floating in the middle of a wave pool reading romance novels and thinking about boys. | |
| ... jewel-encrusted... (JAIL DOOR CLANGING) | |
| ...sculptured portals, ranks of doors, galleries... transverse corridors leading to deserted salons... encrusted with the ornamentation of another age... silent rooms, where footsteps are absorbed... by carpets so heavy, so thick... that one hears no step... as if the very ear were far away... far away from this numb, barren decor... far from this elaborate frieze beneath the cornice... with its branches and garlands... like dead leaves... as if the floor were still sand and gravel, or stone slabs... over which I advanced once again... as though to meet you... between richly paneled walls... stucco, moldings, paintings... framed prints amidst which I advanced... among which I found myself already... waiting for you... very far from the setting I stand in now... before you, waiting again... for one who will not come again... who will no longer keep us apart... tear you from me. | |
| Notice the substance encrusting that rock. | |
| - First, the encrusted needle. | |
| - Salt-encrusted. | |
| .. .iewel-encrusted surfboard just floating in the middle of a wave pool reading romance novels and thinking about boys. | |
| ... jewel-encrusted... (JAIL DOOR CLANGING) | |
| ...sculptured portals, ranks of doors, galleries... transverse corridors leading to deserted salons... encrusted with the ornamentation of another age... silent rooms, where footsteps are absorbed... by carpets so heavy, so thick... that one hears no step... as if the very ear were far away... far away from this numb, barren decor... far from this elaborate frieze beneath the cornice... with its branches and garlands... like dead leaves... as if the floor were still sand and gravel, or stone slabs... over which I advanced once again... as though to meet you... between richly paneled walls... stucco, moldings, paintings... framed prints amidst which I advanced... among which I found myself already... waiting for you... very far from the setting I stand in now... before you, waiting again... for one who will not come again... who will no longer keep us apart... tear you from me. | |
| Notice the substance encrusting that rock. | |
