I’m reading a book about the history of chocolate. The opening paragraph gives an extract from the film ”Chocolat”, as follows : “In my dreams I gorge on chocolate (don’t we all, honey). I roll in chocolates (Oh?!) and their texture is not brittle but soft as flesh, like a thousand little mouths on my body, devouring me in fluttering small bites. (You’re losing me). To die beneath their tender gluttony is the culmination of every temptation I have known”. Good Lord!