Public and private food in America has become eatable, here and there extremely good. Only the fried potatoes go unchanged, as deadly as before.
They eat the dainty food of gamous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach.
When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.
You see things and you say 'Why' But I dream things that never were and I say 'Why not'