This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.

All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.

You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obses…

A bottle of wine was good company.