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If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

Whosoever Says Truffle, Utters A Grand Word, Which Awakens Erotic And Gastronomic Ideas.

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.

When I Need A Word And Do Not Find It In French, I Select It From Other Tongues, And The Reader Has Either To Understand Or Translate Me. Such Is My Fate.

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.