There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Macbeth, II. iii. (100) I am thinking of writing about wines. Why? There this heady and acrimonious feeling that I seem to be wanting to drown with a glass of wine. But I don't really drink. Not even socially. But learning recently, that a SINGLE glass of wine taken twice or thrice a week may be able to improve the performance of the heart's arteries made me stop and give wine drinking a more appreciative look. Despite some bad news in our family's midst, I need to do a post. Okey. I shall write about wine and food. His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. W.B.Yeats (1865-1939) All Souls' Night I found out from my
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