Day 14 (December 1) Part II, Chapter III

“Ours is an honest wine. But yours is more than honest—it is beautiful.”

Earlier on, there was important wine, common wine, agreeable wine, young wine. And now we come to honest wine and beautiful wine. I don’t suppose I have tasted honest wine or stubborn wine or elusive wine—I would like to have a taste of those more than a beautiful wine.

“He had shut his face, as a man shuts a book which he finds that he doesn’t wish to read.”

This is a curious description. I keep going back and forth, wondering if it makes sense or nonsense. And yet it has stayed with me: An expressionless face and an unread book both bring some sadness to this reader. 

Poor Father Quixote, tilting the windmill of corruption in the church: We must toast to his intention.