Arthur opens another bottle of wine but spits out the first mouthful.
“Corked?” asks Blanche.
“No, just Californian,” he says, squinting at the label. “La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin.” He quotes the proverb grandly as he shoves the window up to empty the wine into the street.
From the darkness below comes a shout that could be protest or jubilation, it’s hard to tell.
from Frog Music by Emma Donoghue