| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I had always thought that I was the type of clod that good wine would be wasted on, that my taste buds didn't have the requisite training or cultivation or something or other to discern these oh-so-subtle nuances and ethereal, namby-pamby, vaguely snooty (and, I darkly suspected, mostly imaginary) distinctions between one glassful of fermented grape juice and another.
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