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[hermiston]

I trust that you will forgive my friend. The wines were too various. It was neither the quality nor the quantity that was at fault - it was the mixture. Grasp that and you have the very root of the matter. To understand all is to forgive all.

An old Etonian, in Brideshead Revisited. 

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[thefastone]

Its ALWAYS the mixture... That's the killer...