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High life

Taki: How the King of Greece taught me the origins of the F word... 

... and how I discovered a young, plump Jodie Foster leaning over a Xerox machine

11 January 2014

9:00 AM

11 January 2014

9:00 AM

Gstaad

Although no longer a regular habit, extended benders now turn me into a sort of magnetic field that picks up pearls as though they were iron filings. They are jewels of insight not the kind tarts hang around their necks to alert the viewer of their availability. Take, for example, a description of a couple I know by a man I have never met but had read about.

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