She was discoursing to her sister in the enchanting language of childhood, whose charm, like the splendour of a butterfly’s wing, vanishes when one seeks to grasp it.
The act of brushing the teeth is the topmost rung of a ladder of which the lowest rung is perdition.
She described the custom in Champagne and Burgundy of the four wines. Before the Revolution, when a great personage, a Marshal of France, a prince or great lord, visited a town in either of these regions he was met by the town council bearing four goblets, each of which contained a different wine and bore a different inscription – vin de singe, vin de lion, vin de mouton, and vin de cochon. They represented the four stages of intoxication – gaiety, quarrelsomeness, dull-wittedness, and finally stupor.
Certain things have been unlearnt, and this is good, provided other things are learnt. There must be no void in the human heart.