polite society

In France a person is permitted to get so drunk they start yelling about the president on a public bus and upright members of the community will listen carefully, sometimes nodding in agreement. If you are feeling sad you can drink two bottles of wine on an empty stomach and sit in a drunken stupor; neither fully conscious nor fully unconscious, on the steps of some upscale hotel you’ve never stayed at. Nobody will hustle you along, not even when you empty your tummy’s contents in a crimson smear across their clean marble steps. They have a very polite society.

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