...but there are no real Cork corks left. Oh, wait, I've found one.
We are such boozers.
I'm fascinated by the way [Berkeley, I don't to play ball with you, and you dropping a ball on my foot won't help] Laszlo deals with being given a cork. You offer it to him, and he takes it in his mouth, like a cigar but perfectly centred in his jaws; he waits for a moment, as if thinking; then he takes it into his mouth proper, no longer a small bit poking out, and chews it; then he drops it on the floor, and contemplates it for a moment. Once all this ritual is done, he then seizes the cork and procedes to dismember it - I have as yet not done a study of this subsequent part of the cork-death procedure.
