She saw it in us: the dangers of drunken comfort. Of becoming connoisseurs.
But Cicero was a connoisseur!
She didn’t want us to become connoisseurs. She didn’t want us savouring anything. Comparing tasting notes. She didn’t want us knowing about what we drank – not really. Not like her European professors.
No Epicureanism! No cultivating the palate! We should never feel at home with wine. There should be something of the street–drinker about us, Cicero said. Of the down and out, necking cider.
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