The general in this case was de Gaulle, who famously complained in 1962: “How can you govern a country in which there are 246 kinds of cheese?”1
I happened to mention this to my friend Gaby as he brought out the cheese, after the main course but before the dessert, as is the custom here.
“Wait a minute,” he said disappearing into a wardrobe. He came out waving a small envelope.
“I’ve got something to show you,” he said theatrically. (more…)
