That old Wilde line from Dorian Gray applies, I think, just as much to "See You Tonight" as it does to cigarettes: "It is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?"
Someone who once wronged you has fallen ill! Not an open enemy, perhaps; it may be that you are the only soul in the world who knows the offense they committed against you. These are the early hours of the first flush of triumph, and you must keep your wits and your blood about you!
I didn't quite catch whatever Plutus said – I think it was
something about pepper? Aleppo pepper, salt and pepper, something –
I don't know, I don't speak Dutch (or whatever they speak in Hell.)
The "Ottonian Renaissance," the "Visigoth Renaissance," the "Carolingian Renaissance" -- everything can't be a Renaissance, you know. You've got to have at least something to Naissance first.
