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Gourmandism Is An Act Of Judgment, By Which We Prefer Things Which Have A Pleasant Taste To Those Which Lack This Quality.

Nothing Is More Pleasant Than To See A Pretty Woman, Her Napkin Well Placed Under Her Arms, One Of Her Hands On The Table, While The Other Carries To Her Mouth, The Choice Piece So Elegantly Carved.

Food Is All Those Substances Which, Submitted To The Action Of The Stomach, Can Be Assimilated Or Changed Into Life By Digestion, And Can Thus Repair The Losses Which The Human Body Suffers Through The Act Of Living.

Another Novelty Is The Tea-party, An Extraordinary Meal In That, Being Offered To Persons That Have Already Dined Well, It Supposes Neither Appetite Nor Thirst, And Has No Object But Distraction, No Basis But Delicate Enjoyment.

The Pleasure Of The Table Belongs To All Ages, To All Conditions, To All Countries, And To All Areas; It Mingles With All Other Pleasures, And Remains At Last To Console Us For Their Departure.