Inadvertence And Epicurism
WHEN the Duke of Wellington was at Paris, as Commander of the Allied
Armies, he was invited to dine with Cambaceres, one of the most
distinguished statesmen and gourmets of the time of Napoleon. In the
course of dinner, his host having helped him to some particularly
recherche dish, expressed a hope that he found it agreeable. Very
good, said the Duke, who was probably reflecting on Waterloo; very
good, but I really do not care what I eat.--Don't care what you eat!
exclaimed Cambaceres, as he started back, and dropped his fork; what
did you come here for, then!