19 July 2011
Dance.
While I have the gravest doubts about the durability of any of my writing, few can beat me at the graceful dance of knife, fork, and spoon across the plate or the capacity to make a pickle last as long as a sandwich. I have thought of rigging tiny lights to my eating utensils and getting myself filmed while eating in the near-dark; imagine, if you will, the dancelike swirl of these points of light.
- Jim Harrison
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