The Sense Of Smell, Like A Faithful

Frying Gives Cooks Numerous Ways Of Concealing What Appeared The Day Before And In A Pinch Facilitates Sudden Demands, For It Takes Little More Time To Fry A Four-pound Carp Than To Boil An Egg.

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.

Beasts Feed. Man Eats. Only The Man Of Intellect Knows How To Eat.

If One Swallows A Cup Of Chocolate Only Three Hours After A Copious Lunch, Everything Will Be Perfectly Digested And There Will Still Be Room For Dinner.

Seating Themselves On The Greensward, They Eat While The Corks Fly And There Is Talk, Laughter And Merriment, And Perfect Freedom, For The Universe Is Their Drawing Room And The Sun Their Lamp. Besides, They Have Appetite, Nature's Special Gift, Which Lends To Such A Meal A Vivacity Unknown Indoors, However Beautiful The Surroundings.