I found nothing really wrong with this autobiography except poor choice of subject.

My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat

A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover. The social emotions it generates are equidistant from the philatelist's solitary gloating and the football fan's gregarious hysteria.

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

The drinking of wine seems to me to have a moral edge over many pleasures and hobbies in that it promotes love of one's neighbor.

Being a child is in itself a profession.

A good memory is one trained to forget the trivial.