Anyway, something about it is very fine—intoxication, the bacchic aspect of it! But I find that for most people who spend lots of time in taverns that’s altogether lost. It seems to me as if frequenting taverns, especially, is something truly Philistine. Yes, for one night, with burning torches, working up to a real, beautiful frenzy and delirium! But to go on and on in the same way, one glass after another, that can’t be truth, can it? For instance, can you picture Faust sitting night after night at a table reserved for regulars?”
