Max Beerbohm

“ Or say that it gleamed benignant from its tray, steadyborne by the hands of reverence, as one has seen Infallibility pass with uplifting of jewelled fingers through genuflexions of the Balcony. Port has this in it, that it compels obeisance, master of us; as distinguishable from brother or sister wines, wooing us with a coy flush in the gold of them to a cursory tope or harlequin-leap shimmering up the veins with a sly wink at us through eyelets. Hussey-vintages swim to a cossat. ”

“ Passengers in cushioned chambers flying through space, topspeed or dallying with obscure platforms not alighted at apparently, have had it pointed out to them, as beheld dimly for a privileged instant and then forgotten, for the most part, as they sink back behind crackling barrier of instructive paper, with a “Thank you, Sir,” or “Madam,” as the case may be. ”