Two. Dos. Deux. Zwei. Dois. Dva. Ni.
Now, this might offend some of you more sensitive types, but it ocurred to me that most pleasurable things in life: a) are fairly fundamental to our existence, b) have to do with things going in or out of our bodies, and c) come in twos.
Consumption and elimination. Sex and childbirth. Smells and a good nose blow.
But perhaps it is just that I have been obsessing about these items lately. I wonder if my neurochemistry is changing...
Little voice heard offstage: Am I having a mid-life crisis?