The wine which thou didst thyself drink at the banquet a few nights ago, O venerable Merolchazzar, was of this year's vintage.

Dost thou not remember how thou didst praise it?
It was the same night that thou wast inspired by Belus and didst reel to and fro, and discourse sacred mysteries.

These things are too hard for me.

I comprehend them not.

The only wine which is bad is that which is sent to my judges.