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“Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef's ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish.”

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Rex Stout
Rex Stout

Rex Stout was an American writer renowned for his detective novels. His works, featuring the character of Nero Wolfe, have won the hearts of many readers. Stout's writing career spanned half a century, and his contributions had a profound impact on the genre of detective fiction. more

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