i get in one of those weird shops in polk street, just looking around without any intention to buy anything. just that, looking around. and there, among many other teapots, i see a couple of incredibly familiar shapes. the brain and it’s pattern matching and memory mechanisms are incredible, so it’s a matter of milliseconds for me to have a flashback to “Ma chère Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight.”