just as the wood-chopper eats his meal in a sunny glade, in the
middle of a winter day, with content, basks in a sunny ray there,
and dreams of summer in a degree of cold which, experienced in a
chamber, would make a student miserable. They who are at work abroad
are not cold, but rather it is they who sit shivering in houses. As
with temperatures, so with flavors; as with cold and heat, so with
sour and sweet. This natural raciness, the sours and bitters which
the diseased palate refuses, are the true condiments.

Let your condiments be in the condition of your senses. To
appreciate the flavor of these wild apples requires vigorous and
healthy senses, papillae [Footnote: A Latin word, accent on the
second syllable, meaning here the rough surface of the tongue and
palate.] firm and erect on the tongue and palate, not easily
flattened and tamed.

From my experience with wild apples, I can understand that there may
be reason for a savage's preferring many kinds of food which the
civilized man rejects. The former has the palate of an outdoor man.
It takes a savage or wild taste to appreciate a wild fruit.

What a healthy out-of-door appetite it takes to relish the apple of
life, the apple of the world, then!

"Nor is it every apple I desire,
Nor that which pleases every palate best;
'T is not the lasting Deuxan I require,
Nor yet the red-cheeked Greening I request,
Nor that which first beshrewed the name of wife,
Nor that whose beauty caused the golden strife: