One cannot have too large a party.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk.
I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
A party is like a sausage-machine; it grinds all the brains together in one mash.[Et parti, det er ligesom en kødkværn, det; det maler alle hodeme sammen til en grød.]
