When I find someone I respect writing about an edgy, nervous wine that dithered in the glass, I cringe. When I hear someone I don't respect talking about an austere, unforgiving wine, I turn a bit austere and unforgiving myself. When I come across stuff like that and remember about the figs and bananas, I want to snigger uneasily. You can call a wine red, and dry, and strong, and pleasant. After that, watch out.

Politics is a thing that only the unsophisticated can really go for.

Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way.

Now and then I become conscious of having the reputation of being one of the great drinkers, if not one of the great drunks, of our time.

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.

Never despise a drink because it is easy to make and/or uses commercial mixes. Unquestioning devotion to authenticity is, in any department of life, a mark of the naive - or worse.