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THE ART OF DRINKING
THE ART OF DRINKING
You may think it odd that I should preface
this collection of recipes with a foreword on the art
of drinking. On the surface it may appear like a
strident phrase in an otherwse
con fuoco
baccha–
nalian symphony, but in reality the true motive is
atavistic; a recurrence in me of certain characteris–
tics of my remote ancestors; a recurrence of more
primitive and robust types. I have suddenly dis–
covered that drink is good. I have discovered also
that my discovery is nothing unusual; that the
revelation which so suddenly astonished me is in
reality no revelation at all, but rather something that
I had failed to appreciate .
until recently.
A short time ago a relative of mine-one
of my robust ancestors-willed me his c e 11 a r.
Hitherto I had always been somewhat of a recluse;
shunned by the drinking set as it were. Since com–
ing into this bacbuc fortune, my popularity has burst
all bounds. My house has become the centrifugal
from which shoals of animated companions stagger
away in all directions. Where heretofore the intru–
sion of some neighbor bent on the promotion of
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