Sleazy jazz surf rock played in the background. I unzipped my fly to urinate into the toilet. The Gibson guitar chords rocked hard even from their broadcast point in the other room and the vibrato through the f-holes of the body, perfectly reproduced with PCM digital technology gave me the chills. My bladder was rapidly emptying and I shook. On droplet, one bit of yellow liquid didn't join with the water in the bowl. It escaped to the ring and stayed there. For one ephemeral fleeting moment, I had an epiphany and vis-à-vis the eternal spirit, a quotation immediately came to the front of my mind. The eternal words of Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, as if whispered into my left ear by the lucious Frenchman lips, appeared in the front of my vision in the style that one is able to see music when under the influence of LSD.

The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star.

So true, my Iberian prince, so true.