Shrines

In the life of man are many difficult things. One of them is to mix duty with pleasure; another one is to mix pleasure with honour. Somehow, duty and honour often (though not always) seem to go together; occasionally, you will find that curious menage á trois of duty, honour and country — the last being something like a lamp-post at a date.

But there are places where these things can indeed be found together, and many of those places are shrines. Some shrines are for the worship of God; some are for the general acknowledgment of His blessings; and some are for the enjoyment of specific blessings. That is where the cafés of this world come in, for to me they are shrines for the enjoyment of that particular blessing which is the essence of the bean. [Here you may find the fundamentals of this rite.]

It seems I am going to do a few other impossible things as well: I will see June in July and I will be surveying the land for better rice than I thought there was. And with all that, coffee. Of all kinds. (I had Tanzanian the other day, and it was pleasant, although Kenyan seems more fragrant — almost like a fine wine.) Life is good.