Let Us Love Winter, For It Is

Even When I'm Railed At, I Get My Quota Of Renown.

There Is No Food More Satiating Than Milk And Honey; And Just As Such Foods Produce Disgust For The Palate, So Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

What Evil Is There In Seeing A Man Possess A Woman? Why, The Beasts Would Be More Free Than We!

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

And There Is Quite A Different Sort Of Conversation Around A Fire Than There Is In The Shadow Of A Beech Tree.... Four Dry Logs Have In Them All The Circumstance Necessary To A Conversation Of Four Or Five Hours, With Chestnuts On The Plate And A Jug Of Wine Between The Legs. Yes, Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.