A vine bears three bunches of grapes. The first, the bunch of pleasure; the second, that of drunkenness; the third, that of disgust. – Anacharsis (early 6th century BCE), paraphrase by Diogenes Laërtius (3rd C. CE)
I doused the fatal instrument with lightning promptitude, but it was a good seven minutes before the last indignant handkerchief had folded its wings and gone back to its reticule and the last manufactured cough died protestingly away. – Margaret Halsey
