Anything nauseous, black dose for instance, could never raise him to the state of delight in question.

But this simple pleasure of sense is but a small part of the pleasure he actually experiences.
That pleasure, as a whole, is a highly complex thing, and rests mainly on a basis that, by a little knowledge, could be annihilated in a moment.

Tell the boy what the champagne really is, he has been praising; and the state of his mind and face will undergo a curious transformation.

Our sense of the worth of life is similar in its complexity to the boy's sense of the worth of his wine.

Beliefs and associations play exactly the same part in it.