

Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. From that moment on, everything becomes agitated.

The coffee finds nothing else in the sack, and so it attacks these delicate and voluptuous linings it acts like a food and demands digestive juices it wrings and twists the stomach for these juices, appealing as a pythoness appeals to her god it brutalizes these beautiful stomach linings as a wagon master abuses ponies the plexus becomes inflamed sparks shoot all the way up to the brain. This coffee falls into your stomach, a sack whose velvety interior is lined with tapestries of suckers and papillae.

It is a question of using finely pulverized, dense coffee, cold and anhydrous, consumed on an empty stomach. I have discovered a horrible, rather brutal method that I recommend only to men of excessive vigor, men with thick black hair and skin covered with liver spots, men with big square hands and legs shaped like bowling pins. In “ The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee” he gives some advice: Book bought at Cellar Books in Chicago.īalzac doesn’t discuss coffee much in either novella in this book but he must be considered a patron saint of the Classics and Coffee Club. The Unknown Masterpiece and Gambara by Honoré de Balzac (trans.
