I like that scene in that old book, the one where he walks into the shop to buy some perfume right, “uh-huh”, and you know he is opening the door, walking around, really taking it all in “uh-huh”, and you have to realize that this is like, not set, like, in modern times, this is like two hundred years ago “uh-huh”, so any ways as he is walking in he is looking around, and, wait, are you even listening? “Sure, there is a guy, right?, and he is walking in to this store, yeah?, and it’s like three hundred years ago, “two-hundred…”, yeah right, two-hundred years ago, and he is er, looking to buy his wife something nice “perfume”, right, perfume, that’s it yeah? a real where-is-this-going kinda thing, proper edge-of-the-seat-stuff “ri-ght, well you wanna hear the edge-of-the-seat-ending?” “Sure”. Well he is looking around, and you know, there is all this chemical type get-up, and he gets to wondering about the safety of it all, his mind starts a ticking about different kind of ‘zines’, ‘isomers’, ‘Chirality’, all that sort of shit, “uh-huh….”, and he starts tripping out, thinks this place ain’t really that safe, and that maybe his wife doesn’t need something fancy after all, and that maybe he likes how she smells at four in the morning “uh-huh”, and that maybe the owner has yet to see him, even though his bulking frame had overtaken room the moment he walked in “sure, and the kicker is?”, the kicker, oh yeah, his wife’s dead.