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SilkSilk is a kind of fabric made of fibers from the cocoon of the silkworm. Natural or 'raw' silk is produced from silkworm cocoons in a process known as sericulture; the caterpillars are killed in the process. Many modern silks are synthetic[?], and no caterpillars are involved in their manufacture.Silk was first developed in early China, possibly as early as 6000 B.C. and definitely by 3000 B.C. Though first reserved for the Emperors of China, its use spread gradually through Chinese culture both geographically and socially. From there, silken garments began to reach regions throughout Asia. Silk rapidly became a popular luxury fabric in the many areas accessible to Chinese merchants, because of its texture and lustre. Because of the high demand for the fabric, silk was one of the staples of international trade prior to industrialization. Perhaps the first evidence of the silk trade is that of an Egyptian mummy of 1070 B.C. In subsequent centuries, the silk trade reached as far as Europe, the Indian subcontinent, the Middle East, and North Africa with traders. So extensive was this trade that the major set of trade routes between Europe and Asia was known as the Silk Road. The Emperors of China strove to keep the knowledge of sericulture secret from other nations, in order to maintain the Chinese monopoly on its production. This effort at secrecy had mixed success. Sericulture reached Korea around 200 B.C. with Chinese settlers; by 300 A.D. the practice had been established in India. Although the Roman Empire knew of and traded in silk, the secret was only to reach Europe around A.D. 550, via the Empire of Byzantium.
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Whoever calls himself my friend, I make him drink champagne.
But Moet's vintage only satisfies this champagne swell.
A bottle in the morning sets me right then very quick.
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Who's the man with the ginger tongue?
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disgust, and shame; for there was John Brown, to the applause of the
forward, but the drunken young habitant lurched sideways under the tree
pocket and rolling almost to his own feet.
"Champagne Charlie is my name,"
sang the medicine-man. All Charley's old life surged up in him as dyked
uncontrollable impulse. As a starving animal snatches at the first food
uncorked it, put it to his lips, and drank--drank--drank.
Then he turned and plunged away into the trees. The sound of the song
laughter of the crowd, in imitation of his own voice as it used to be
headlong intention, and, as the last notes of the song and the applause
darkness:
"Champagne Charlie is my name--"
With a shrill laugh, like the half-mad cry of an outcast soul, he flung
laughter to the trees. Upon John Brown the effect was startling. His
helpless agitation. Charley Steele was lying under the waters of the
coming out of the night, in response to his own grotesque imitation of
flesh creep, imagination gave a thrilling coldness to the air. For a
and said, in a hoarse whisper:
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