PG contemplates below the prospect of writing an exam or a constitution while wined up. I won't say I've ever been so daring (read: even if I have/had I wouldn't admit it here), but I will say that I just returned from a day trip up to Napa (a lovely 50 miles from here, and I mean lovely). It is rather curious that our founding fathers specified their wines by origin (port, medeira, etc.) while PG simply notes that she has "red wine." Tsk tsk. This California snob thinks it is the perfect time to mention that there is a world of difference between reds. A world!!! Another thing, what's the deal with east coast restaurants not having a corkage policy?
Anyway, this is all a very long-winded way of introducing my quotes. The first is of course from the movie "Sideways." The second is from Ben Franklin's letter to Abbe Morellet (1779).
Jack: If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot.
Miles Raymond: No, if anyone orders Merlot, I'm leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
We hear of the conversion of water into wine at the marriage in Cana as of a miracle. But this conversion is, through the goodness of God, made every day before our eyes. Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy. The miracle in question was only performed to hasten the operation, under circumstances of present necessity, which required it.