SHERRY
of our creation, and we must treat him well or he will get the better of us, poor Frankensteins that we are. So, then, we cannot blame the wine merchant for writing the creature up, and allowing his imagination to get the better of his veracity or his professional zeal to top his individual integrity. For our part, when we read of “Magnificent Golden Sherry, thirty years in bottle, full, rich, without sweetness, with superb bottled flavour” we never think of questioning if such things be or no, but are filled with gratitude for so golden an opportunity. It is only five-and- forty shillings; and it were surely cheap at anything under a hundred! A still, small voice (with a strong Scots accent) whispers us to sample; salvation cometh not from the East or from
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