Fenyvesi Orsolya - Mindig kezdetben

"I don't have any appetite, and great Hungarian writers are known to be gluttonous. In the museum of Hungarian literature, after I got through Petőfit
fiercely attacked for his poems, I came to an exhibition that filled several rooms, mainly with the recipe books, teapots and favorite dishes of our elders.
Korhely soup, slushy cabbage and tripe.
My nausea subsided a little only when I spotted Szárnyas in one of the photos depicting a very literary dinner party
bounty hunter replicant. Roy Batty, who, when the Guardians on the road were unguarded, saw flaming battleships on Orion's rim, and killer rays in the night at the Tannhäuser Gate.
I'm going to be a woman, and I don't like to eat or cook. Only writing and only pasta.
But then, as I kept stumbling along, I finally found something I wanted.
In the room presenting the Ady altar, the light was turned on, and Ady was lying there spread out on End. With the shroud and drapery, they created a lap (hug?) of several people for him, but I would have sat on his heart. After kicking the life-size Venus of Willendorf in the ass, I would have crept over his heart like a wraith, someone who can write to his heart's content when he's been dead for almost a hundred years."