A bit late, and a short chapter. This quote from the chapter says it all:

“Dionysius made wine, not a medicine, but a sacrament. Jesus Christ made wine, not a medicine, but a sacrament. Omar Khayyam makes wine, not a sacrament, but a medicine. He feasts, because life is not joyful; he revels, because he is not glad. ‘Drink,’ he says, ‘for you know not whence you come or why. Drink, for you know not when you go or where. Drink, because the stars are cruel and the world as idle as a humming top. Drink, because there is nothing worth trusting, and nothing worth fighting for. Drink, because all things are lapsed in a base equality and an evil peace.’ And so he stands, offering us the cup in his hand. And at the high altar of Christianity stands another figure, in whose hand is also the cup of the vine. ‘Drink,’ he says, ‘for the whole world is as red as this wine, with the love and wrath of God. Drink, for the trumpets are blowing for battle and this is the stirrup-cup. Drink, for this is my blood of the new testament that is shed for you. Drink, for I know of whence you come and why. Drink, for I know of when you go and where.’ “

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