Wine Is A Civilizing Agent.

A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be Shared; I Have Never Met A Miserly Wine Lover. The Social Emotions It Generates Are Equidistant From The Philatelist's Solitary Gloating And The Football Fan's Gregarious Hysteria.

Science Fiction Is A Kind Of Archaeology Of The Future.

Reading Is Not An Operation Performed On Something Inert But A Relationship Entered Into With Another Vital Being.

The Tantrums Of Cloth-headed Celluloid Idols Are Deemed Fit For Grown-up Conversation, While Silence Settles Over Such A Truly Important Matter As Food.

Name Me Any Liquid — Except Our Own Blood — That Flows More Intimately And Incessantly Through The Labyrinth Of Symbols We Have Conceived To Mark Our Status As Human Beings, From The Rudest Peasant Festival To The Mystery Of The Eucharist.