Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

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Would you rather have breakfast at the bistro next door?

One morning when Henry was staying with us, after all his starvation, sloppy meals, cafe–counter slobbery, I tried to give him a beautiful breakfast. I came down and lit the fire in the fireplace. Emilia brought, on a green tray, hot coffee, steaming milk, soft-boiled eggs, good bread and biscuits, and the freshest butter. Henry sat by the fire at the laquered table. All he could say was that he longed for the bistro around the corner, the zinc counter, the dull greenish coffee and milk full of skin.

I was not offended. I thought that he lacked a certain capacity for enjoying the uncommon, that is all. I might be down in the dumps a hundred times, but each time I would clamber out again to good coffee on a laquered tray beside an open fire. Each time I would clamber out to silk stockings and perfume. Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

by Anaïs Nin
from Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin

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