Back then, Ramsay was an up-and-coming player in the food world, a working class Scot whose father drank too much and abused him.
By his early thirties, Ramsay had a burgeoning empire of his own and a series of Michelin stars to show for it.
Ramsay doubtless felt the need to make something extraordinary from this pulpy departure point.
At one point, Ramsay is shown crowing over one of their desserts.
Ramsay was jerked out of his absorption in the net by two shrill blasts.
Ramsay corresponded with Voltaire and Rousseau, both of whom he visited.
They came near the end of the rope and Ramsay slowed his strokes a little.
Ramsay's placing of Harnack's writing in general is interesting in this connection.
Ramsay laid a friendly hand on Black's mane, and the little horse followed willingly into the barn.
Our line hesitated as Ramsay fell, and the English pressed on with a cheer.