Hors d’oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one’s childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like—and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d’oeuvres.
ATTRIBUTION:
[H.H. (Hector Hugh) Munro] Saki (1870–1916), Scottish author. Reginald, in “Reginald at the Carlton,” Reginald (1904).
