"We went to lunch ate Baron de Redé's house, and had a delicious lunch of fish of some kind, followed by a partridge, and a magnificent ice cream with nuts and cake on it. There were three wines, label-less, and brandy equally anonymous, but all very good. Two devastating wars and crippling taxes, and the moneyed aristocracy still live like aristos. I noticed that every glass still had wine in it when we left. Is it considered impolite to drain your glass when you rise to leave? If so, I was impolite"
by Richard Burton
