I Like Old People When They Have

I Cannot Count The Good People I Know Who To My Mind Would Be Even Better If They Bent Their Spirits To The Study Of Their Own Hungers.

It Seems To Me That Our Three Basic Needs, For Food And Security And Love, Are So Mixed And Mingled And Entwined That We Cannot Straightly Think Of One Without The Others.

If Time, So Fleeting, Must Like Humans Die, Let It Be Filled With Good Food And Good Talk, And Then Embalmed In The Perfumes Of Conviviality.

Digestion Is One Of The Most Delicately Balanced Of All Human And Perhaps Angelic Functions.

This Is Not That, And That Is Certainly Not This, And At The Same Time An Oyster Stew Is Not Stewed, And Although They Are Made Of The Same Things And Even Cooked Almost The Same Way, An Oyster Soup Should Never Be Called A Stew, Nor Stew Soup.