One of the great benefits of organised religion is that you can be forgiven your sins, which must be a wonderful thing. I mean, I carry my sins around with me, there's nobody there to forgive them.
Kingsley AmisRead
When I find someone I respect writing about an edgy, nervous wine that dithered in the glass, I cringe. When I hear someone I don't respect talking about an austere, unforgiving wine, I turn a bit austere and unforgiving myself. When I come across stuff like that and remember about the figs and bananas, I want to snigger uneasily. You can call a wine red, and dry, and strong, and pleasant. After that, watch out.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the pretentiousness in wine criticism and how it affects the speaker's perception.
Kingsley Amis humorously critiques the snobbish terminology often used in wine reviews. He illustrates how the language and attitudes of critics can influence one's feelings about a wine, creating a sense of discomfort—especially when the descriptors used seem overly complicated or pretentious. The mention of simpler fruit flavors serves to emphasize the absurdity of such complex critiques.
In practice
During a wine tasting event, I shared this quote to lighten the mood about wine descriptions.
One of the great benefits of organised religion is that you can be forgiven your sins, which must be a wonderful thing. I mean, I carry my sins around with me, there's nobody there to forgive them.
Laziness has become the chief characteristic of journalism, displacing incompetence.
Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.
He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.
Gravity”: “It’s the story of how George Clooney would rather float away into space and die then spend one more minute with a woman his own age.
That is a society editor, sitting there elegantly dressed, with his legs crossed in that indolent way, observing the clothes the ladies wear, so that he can describe them for his paper and make them out finer than they are and get bribes for it and become wealthy.
Smile, it increases you face value.
No one really knows what mattresses are meant to gain from their lives either. They are large, friendly, pocket-sprung creatures that live quiet private lives in the marshes of Sqornshellous Zeta. Many of them get caught, slaughtered, dried out, shipped out and slept on. None of them seems to mind this and all of them are called Zem.
I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear,_x000D_ _x000D_ After so much reciting:_x000D_ _x000D_ So, if you don't object, my dear,_x000D_ _x000D_ We'll try a glass of bitter beer -_x000D_ _x000D_ I think it looks inviting.
It has been observed that one's nose is never so happy as when thrust into the affairs of others from which some physiologists have drawn the inference that the nose is devoid of the sense of smell.
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