Then Balder said:
Recognition is over-rated, old friend. Delight in cognition of Cognac’s own chronicle. From copper stills twice through it flows. To water of life, its spirits we awe, but it waits in oak barrels for two years to ten and finally to countries beyond hills and beyond beach. The Dutch made it you know. The French could care less. But from here and and from China are praises heaped to the little French presses who nobody knows, but not to the Dutch who created the bliss. Be like the Cognac, my friend. Being is the greatest reward.
