And what wine! What variety - from bordeaux to burgundy, from burgundy to full-bodied Saint-Georges, to Lunel and the South’s Frontignan, and from there to sparkling champagne! Bear in mind that each of these wines produces a different sort of intoxication, and that with a few bottles one can pass through all the intervening stages from a Musard quadrille to “La Marseillaise,” from the wanton pleasures of the cancan to the fiery ardor of revolutionary fever, thence to return, with a bottle of champagne, to the cheeriest carnival mood in the world! And only France has a Paris, a city in which European civilization attains its fullest flowering, in which all the nerve fibers of European history are intertwined, and from which arise, at regular intervals, those tremors which shake the terrestrial globe; a city whose population unites, like that of no other city on earth, the passion for enjoyment with the passion for historical action, whose inhabitants know how to live like the most refined of Athenian epicures and to die like the most unflinching Spartan - Alcibiades and Leonidas rolled up into one; a city which really is, as Louis Blanc always says, the heart and brain of the world.
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