I Like Old People When They Have

There's A Communion Of More Than Our Bodies When Bread Is Broken And Wine Drunk.

Salad Is Roughage And A French Idea.

Good Wine, Well Drunk, Can Lend Majesty To The Human Spirit.

I Notice That As I Get Rid Of The Protective Covering Of The Middle Years, I Am More Openly Amused And Incautious And Less Careful Socially, And That All This Makes For Increasingly Pleasant Contacts With The World.

Too Few Of Us, Perhaps, Feel That Breaking Of Bread, The Sharing Of Salt, The Common Dipping Into One Bowl, Mean More Than Satisfaction Of A Need. We Make Such Primal Things As Casual As Tunes Heard Over A Radio, Forgetting The Mystery And Strength In Both.