Whenever I take my pipe and stuff it and smoked, to pass the time away, my thoughts as I sit there and puff it, dwell on a picture sad and gray that teaches me that very like am I myself unto my pipe.

每当我拿起烟斗，塞进烟丝抽吸香烟以消磨时光的时候，我坐在那喷吐，我的思绪停留在哀伤而灰暗景象中，发现自己跟烟斗很相似。

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For the chef, puff pastry, which he calls mille-feuille, is nostalgic stuff.

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