I guess my belief that this was a 19th century phenomenon came from indoctrination by a Marxist cook, and I never wondered about obvious stuff like the origins of the name Whitbread, as in the 18th century brewer. Here’s the full chunk gleaned from the excellent Michael Gilleland:
See with what a grumble another of them has handed you a bit of hard bread that you can scarce break in two, or lumps of dough that have turned mouldy—stuff that will exercise your grinders and into which no tooth can gain admittance. For Virro himself a delicate loaf is reserved, white as snow, and kneaded of the finest flour. Be sure to keep your hands off it: take no liberties with the bread-basket! If you are presumptuous enough to take a piece, there will be someone to bid you put it down: “What, Sir Impudence? Will you please fill yourself from your proper tray, and learn the colour of your own bread?”
The downside for Virro and his kind is that the (typically white) baguette is easier to stuff up someone’s arse than the (typically brown) brick.
- Sister Mary and the Bird
Translations from Welsh and Yiddish revealing ornithomancy amongst the 19th century north Welsh and Jewish Lithuanians.
- In praise of oranges
A First World War letter from a Palestinian orange grove, an orange (lower case) song, and this winter’s favourite orange cake
- Fear escape
From a Barcelona tech company, with offices on c/ Blames (or whatever it’s called), an emergency sign that people will actually
- Cruel and unusual punishment, Derbyshire mining edition
Plus Walthamstow in German, & Christopher and Michael Ondaatje in lalaland.
- Drongos from Mars
There’s a good post over at Confrontación about the current Telefónica hard sell, which involves pestering hapless consumers with something worse