Sunday, November 18, 2012


The Driest Bread of Common Life

Sydney Smith (1771-1845), letter to Mrs. Grote (August 31, 1843):
You seem to have had a very amusing life, with singing and dancing; but you cannot excite my envy by all the descriptions of your dramas and melodramas; you may as well paint the luxuries of barley-meal to a tiger, or turn a leopard into a field of clover. All this class of pleasures inspires me with the same nausea as I feel at the sight of rich plum-cake or sweetmeats; I prefer the driest bread of common life.

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