[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.
Mark TwainAfter a few months' acquaintance with European 'coffee' one's mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with it's clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.
Mark Twain