At the table of a gentleman living in the Chausee d'Antin was served up an Arles sausage of enormous size. "Will you accept a slice?" the host asked a lady who was sitting next to him; "you see it has come from the right factory." -- "It is really very
large," said the lady, casting on it a roguish glance; "What a pity it is unlike anything."
-- Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin in The Physiology of Taste