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In The State Of Society In Which We Now Find Ourselves, It Is Difficult To Imagine A Nation Which Lived Solely On Bread And Vegetables.

I Am A Strong Partisan Of Second Causes, And I Believe Firmly That The Entire Gallinaceous Order Has Been Merely Created To Furnish Our Larders And Our Banquets.

The Number Of Flavors Is Infinite, For Every Soluble Body Has A Peculiar Flavor, Like None Other.

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

Salad Freshens Without Enfeebling And Fortifies Without Irritating.