Elizabeth Robins Pennell,
The Feasts of Autolycus: The Diary of a Greedy Woman
“ There still walk upon this brutal earth poor heedless women who, in the innocence of their hearts, believe that the one destiny of cheese is to lie, cut up in little pieces, in a three-cornered dish, which it shares with misplaced biscuits and well-meaning rolls of butter, and, it may be, chilling celery. But cheese, which in many 218 ways has achieved such marvels, may be wrought into savouries beyond compare. ”
