Waugh

"I rejoiced in the Burgundy.  It seemed a reminder that the world was an older and better place than Rex knew, that mankind in its long passion had learned another wisdom than his.  By chance I met this same wine again, lunching with my wine merchant in St James's Street, in the first autumn of the war; it had softened and faded in the intervening years, but it still spoke in the pure, authentic accent of its prime, the same words of hope."

-Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder, Evelyn Waugh