I maintain that foes are very nice people as long as a reasonable distance
separates oneself and them, whereas a
friend in need or in his cups can reach you across mountains
of glass and lakes of fire, with which remark I shall now
close,
Simply pausing to add that compared to a friend at the
front door I find foes at a reasonable distance rather
restful, and from now on I shall ever think of them
as Comme Il Fauts.