Monday, September 27, 2010


For all readers of this experiment

Not to recall Anthony Patch's glimpse of his wife at the Armistice Ball, observed not long ago, not to foretell an orgiastic rapture anticipated by the anguished as a vengeance on this life, Vivaldi's expletive of joy responds aptly to confidances from Château Haut-Brion just now, that the reds of 2010 have begun to come in. It has been an extremely strenuous season in Pessac-Léognan this year. It is wonderful that the occasion has arrived. Twenty, forty years from now, it will be cherished still. 

It's a moment for those who know their ground as their mother and as their father, and who bend themselves wholeheartedly to its purpose, to say nothing else, nothing more.