Cooking is as much of an art as is the writing of poetry, and just as there are immortal poets so there should be immortal cooks.

See what an advantage the poet has--he writes something, it goes out and reaches the inmost soul of the man who reads it, and it is signed.

His work is known because he puts his name to it; but this poor devil of a cook--where is he?
He has done his work as well as the poet ever did his, it has reached the inmost soul of the mortal who originally ate it, but he cannot get the glory of it because he cannot put his name to it.
If the cook could sign his work it would be different." "You have hit upon a great truth," said Homer, nodding, as he sometimes was wont to do.

"And yet I fear that, ingenious as we are, we cannot devise a plan to remedy the matter.

I do not know about you, but I should myself much object if my birds and my flapjacks, and other things, digestible and otherwise, that I eat here were served with the cook's name written upon them.